We watch the shadows of our smoke pass through these oxygen tanks under stairs...you will find me i guess you will find me i guess we lost ourselves down in that same old dump again who knows how it goes around the end Cuz they've been feasting, on our feelings The demon seeds been up for rent they sat like wise men citing proverbs...in an opium den now we lay ourselves across the tracks and listen for the buzzing little do you know...there is a tangible goal We watch the shadows of our smoke pass through these oxygen tanks under stairs...you will find me i guess you will find me I guess that you will find me so find me there...now under the stairs i guess i guess again I'm bound I'm beat and breathless now under the stairs I hope and pray...you'll find me someday While most would search for a safe spot to hide in we've been labeled as timeless tyrants been given chemicals for our violence but not for our defense I found my body at h shift in the climate we've been drenched in the waste of our mileage shackled up and chained in line with ones more worthy of arrests i guess you wrote the messages i found i think about them from time to time pardon me i guess you thought you had parley 1000 ways just to get respected they've all been learned by leaving you breathless despising a predictable plan while you colors leave me breathless I guess that you will find me so find me there...now under the stairs i guess i guess again I'm bound I'm beat and breathless now under the stairs I hope and pray...you'll find me someday....