A list of things that should be said
Now weighs a forest on your tongue
and all your virtues safely kept
In vaseline have slipped bygone
Put it on, the vast choir sings
Let the broncos run wild again
Wipe it off that purgatory grin
Cause it's all too convincing
Show me that it's easy
Say that you're in need of me
Don't talk of the costs
With a mouthful of wasps
Time is up, so let them all fly
Up in the sky
Yes I was taught among your kind
By drilling tunnels towards the core
In through a multi detailed mind
Where rich and simple is at war
Put it on, the vast choir sings
Let the broncos run wild again
Wipe it off that diabolical grin
Cause it's so contrived and it frightens me
Show me that you are easy
Say that you believe in me
Don't act out your frost
With a mouthful of wasps
Time is up
So let'em all fly
Up in the sky
Behind those weary eyes
Some broken story hides
I need to know
And you have to show
Before it strikes it's roots and strangles everything
