Headstones Unsound
I smiled 'cause I know I tried firing up the circuits Can't see myself jumping double-dutch 'Cause I know I'd smell the plastic burning Last night was a pessimistic skydive In a foolish narcotic shell Beat the boredom that frames the lightning Beat the path of the rituals Gonna become... unsound Bottom lip quivers, rage is so apparent Don't know whether to kill or cry Don't know whether to rebuild or to burn it You don't know how just to say goodbye I'll tell you what, what's to tell It's the world not a call I can screen out Keep it down see if it digests Your batteries are shot - so are the instruments Gonna become... unsound Gonna become... You better run don't want to become yourself Flies in and out of focus Next best thing to a rage I don't like the way that it coaxes me to explain If you don't realize it's crazy If you can't understand the source Don't reach too fast for the answers 'Cause it gets worse Turn your face to the day that's striking Bend the barrel when the chamber's full I'd give you more but you know that there's nothing Hardly get any sleep at all I'll tell you what, what's to tell It's the world not a call I can screen out Don't kill your partner 'fore the dancing's started Kill the path of the ritual