The whole story
From the edge of the road
That soothes and encodes
That cuts and erases
It all comes down to your glory
And the land covered with gray
It all comes down to the place that it was
Or ought to have been
The lies are too heady
All the lies are too cruel
To the hearts
That are chewing away
On the mud oozing out of their sores
Come all unready
And peep through the hole
And see what I see
That I'll climb over you
I'll climb over you
I'll climb over you
When you're done