You've got your suckers like an octopus
And they can't see behind the camouflage
Should I compare you to an octopus?
Just stacks of handouts to the entourage

We're moving forward slowly
But falling backwards faster
So watch us spiral as we tumble from grace
We're running out of punchlines
Addicted to disaster
So watch us crawl
We're crawling back to the cave

We're moving forward slowly
But falling backwards faster
So watch us spiral as we tumble from grace
We're running out of punchlines
Addicted to disaster
So watch us crawl
We're crawling back to the cave

There's a fire, there's a fire
It's coming
And it's pushing past the women
And children
Such a thrum, such a thrum
Of flies humming
On the beach by a sea
Of sevens

There's a storm, there's a storm
It's rising
There's no time, there's no place
For idles

Such a mess, such a mess
That's throbbing
All that's born is a meaningless spiral

You've got your tentacles all over the place
Its just a bad dream, since we weren't awake
Cutting up your beak just to spite your face
Time to run, time to make an escape

We're moving forward slowly
But falling backwards faster
So watch us spiral as we tumble from grace
We're running out of punchlines
Addicted to disaster
So watch us crawl
We're crawling back to the cave
We're moving forward slowly
But falling backwards faster
So watch us spiral as we tumble from grace
We're running out of punchlines
Addicted to disaster
So watch us crawl
We're crawling back to the cave

We're moving forward slowly
But falling backwards faster
So watch us spiral as we tumble from grace
We're running out of punchlines
Addicted to disaster
So watch us crawl
We're crawling back to the cave

We're moving forward slowly
But falling backwards faster
So watch us spiral as we tumble from grace
We're running out of punchlines
Addicted to disaster
So watch us crawl
We're crawling back to the cave