The breeze it wheezes through the trees until it finds strikes a wall
Every moment that passes asks us whether we should stall
Free flow inertia, momentum suddenly halts
The river winds until it finds it has no place at all

From the car crash, crawl through the shattered glass
Broken lights and busted ribs
Tar and tire tracks, gore-resistant floor mats
Somehow the motion makes us live
Panic to commit

The plot does not resolve, denouement and then fade to black
The rooster screams, stunted dreams just prior to climax
A band ignores calls for encore, met with silence
The canvas end does not extend with artistic attack

From the car crash, crawl through the shattered glass
Broken lights and busted ribs
Tar and tire tracks, gore-resistant floor mats
Somehow the motion makes us live
Panic to commit

Tear the hair that holds the sword, overcome
Take this splendor as your own
Feed your will, take a sip, eat your fill
Keep flying closer to the sun
Reach the peak, find the strength, come undone
Keep pushing at the stone
Leaving Eden, with a fear of seeing beauty
Wheels keep spinning on
From the car crash, crawl through the shattered glass
Broken lights and busted ribs
Tar and tire tracks, gore-resistant floor mats
Somehow the motion makes us live
Panic to commit