All in all it's no one's fault. Excuses turn to carbon walls.
Blame it all on chemical intercourse.
The swallowed seas of arrogance breathing in the thoughts of ten
thousand fools defy irreverence

The full moon is dead skin. The one down here's wearing thin.
So set up the ten pins as the human tide rolls in.
Like a ball that's spinning.

Bombs dropping down overhead. On the ground.
It's instilled to want to live.
Bombs dropping down. Please forget our hometown in our insignificance.

"Turn the jukebox up," he said. Dancing in irreverence.
Plays C3. Let the song protest.

The plates begin to shift. Perfect lefts come rolling in.
I was alone and far away.. ..ay. When I heard the band start playing.
On a lip, late take off.

Bombs dropping down overhead. Underground.
It's instilled to want to live.
Bombs dropping down. Please forgive our hometown in our insignificance.

Feel like resonance of distance. In the blood the iron lies.

It's instilled to want to live.
Bombs dropping down. Please forget our hometown in our insignificance.
Oh, in our insignificance, oh.