This road you paved for me has become anfractuous
Counting every breath
Check your bordereau
It's printed with an ikat
Skedaddle
All this world can be is serotinal
All this world can be is pari passu

I was born drowning
Like a roach in a mall
A mole’s den in a concrete ash tin
My friends are on the other side of the looking glass
Dying each day and safer than I
I’m feeling compressed
The weight of the world on both sides
Current so turbulent he tosses us around
Left standing on your hands
Can’t tell up from down

Come home so we can auspicate
Come home