Oneida
Solid
You're almost as solid as you used to be
You're barely even falling apart
You got exactly the foot-pounds you think you need
I wouldn't even know where to start
The curtains at the edge of your eyes go up in flames
At the touch of a spark

You just freeze
You're barely even falling apart
It's a breeze
It's a breeze

I can hardly see you leaning at all
Barely even broken at all