in subsequent and lazy times a rule was
handed down from years before
and lips resound a vacant sound a breathing
one head with ears has heard
on a timeline of years
we're most certainly out of deals
on our climb out of here
we'll most certainly die of fear
thin nurses came to cure my mind of all things
all three of them came through my own ceiling
i'll make you sure about it
i'll tell white lies about it
i'll make my own disaster plan
on a timeline of years
we're most certainly out of deals
on our climb out of here
we'll most certainly die of fear