[Verse 1]
I see you're calling it god
I hear you're listening to the wind
When our friends are piled high
In the old corpse ditch again
I am terrified that we'll sell something else
When our ethics are just changeable will we just sell ourselves?
To the boss, the crooked ladder used to eat our marble eyes
Now someone is dead and now someone elsе will die

[Verse 2]
While you're worriеd about bad apples
We are wary of the roots
Because no healthy tree
Naturally bears strange fruit
It's been said a million times but I will not bear the cross I've been looking for meaning in a poem that never stops

[Chorus]
Well all become the thin red line
We will all become the thin red line
If we can't fix the bottom maybe it's time
That we'll all become the thin red line
The thin red line

[Post-Chorus]
I see you're calling it god
I hear you're listening to the wind
When our friends are piled high
In the old corpse ditch again
[Outro]
We'll all become the thin red line
We'll all become the thin red line
We'll all become the thin red line
We can't fix the problems