We tell of the shame we've been feeling, the need that we've been feeding. Wearing that chimp suit, dancing for change. Straight to the awareness that purpose is fleeting. A process refined by keeping feet moving. We're living the life. You'll come to know god. You'll come to no gods. We're nothing but the liquid of our father's loins. A process of lust, fuck, then regret. All instinct is bust if you're not in the know. We're fucking floating alone. Again to the drinking and the ash in our lungs. And to the knowledge better songs were sung. We've laid our bellies on a bed of angry snakes. It's the only proven cure for a soul that aches. And in the swell we will drown, no limbs are useful in this ghost town . In the sand we will dig until the Earth has no soil to give. We'll starve our children for fuck of it. We're drowning and it makes sense to sink. We're done for it. Embrace the cosmic shift. We're done and now it's obvious we're full of shit. We're drowning because it's to our benefit. We're broken because we're fine with it.