[Verse 1]
I don't even feel the strings
But I know they pull me back
Upright, post collapse

Something’s killing all the birds in my neighborhood
Sir, this is an Applebee's I'm gonna have to ask you to leave

We all die, why not do it in a parking lot?
We all sigh, ’cause we know it might be all for naught
We all cry, but we only do it all alone through a combat zone
The long walk home

[Verse 2]
Just bring the flood already
We've reached the Howard Hughes phase
All but collecting the jars at altitude

First terror, then lunch
You learn to live with the bunch
You feel stuck yеt still somehow come unglued

Likе I'm sprinting in sap
With my head plastic wrapped
My lungs are less air than pot
'Cause this life's a garrote
I will now be pointing fingers to bleachers
Not the stands, no underneath with the creatures
You assholes kept me there til I did not care
Remember that when you come looking for features

Where is my light switch
Where is my light switch
Where is my light switch

[Chorus]
D-R-A-G-G-E-D across the concrete
L'appel du vide I'm cutting holes in a bedsheet
D-R-A-G-G-E-D across the concrete
These days have edges like a free kick from new cleats

[Outro]
Dragged, dragged across the concrete
Dragged, dragged across the concrete
Dragged, dragged across the concrete
Dragged, dragged across the concrete