I've been dancing on the quicksand for one too many moments/ Swallowing the sunshine and company i've chosen/ Is the company of wolves, underneath their clothing/ They just hide their sheepish smiles that are sunk beneath the ocean/ With the chitty-chitty bang bang, pretty city same pain/ Do i? did he? witty, will he really let his fangs hang?/ Amen, 'cause that statement's all but obvious/ And all i want to know is what it takes to show my godliness/ I'm defacing all the monuments/ In this lonely desert, there's no trace of ozymandias/ And i don't know how many people catch the references/ Caught up in the revelry but still they lack the reverence/ Of standards like my skeletons or craft the saddest elegance/ 'cause i can sink tsunamis that could probably crack the sediment/ And this is just an open, drunken, broken, sunken nothing/ Hoping that i'm something when the reaper comes to sow/ Secrets of my soul are simply jagged/ Little pieces that'll finally show the truth if i can match it/ In a sequence, and they tell me that my eyes are simply windows to the soul/ But my window panes are only pain here we go/ This is where you listen close, anaconda grips the throat/ Dancing with the devil and he's stepping on my mistletoes/ I'd give control if you can tell me it'll be alright/ 'cause nothing ever lives and no one ever really dies/ I'm over-pessimistic in this slumbered frame of mind/ Even rainbows are just another bank to climb/ Another waste of time, that i feel but can't kiss/ I feel like atlas when the thunder breaks my spine/ I've spent eleven hours sinking in the mud/ And all i've done is paint your facial features with my blood/ 'cause i've wasted half my life thinking i'm in love/ But it was just the side-effects of breathing ether in my lungs/ (yes) Man bites dog, gnaws his hands right off y'all/ Just can't fight off all of mankind's flaws, call/ Me atheist, a satanist or anti-god while/ I'll wait for this so place your bets 'til landslide fall off/ (?) And i'll watch while the innocent shatters/ The phoenix never comes to be risen from ashes/ We're all gone but there isn't a rapture/ And everything you loved was just visions of grandeur/ So i go to sleep (sleep), listen inactively/ To my heart beat (beat), is it a masterpiece?/ Or fool's gold, is feeling so cheap/ There's more than one way to go to and skin a catastrophe/ And actually, when the rose is red and caustic/ I'm just feeling like i'm frozen in these old, synthetic topics/ Where i'm dealing with the copacetic, open-ended logic/ That no one ever dies even though our flesh is tarnished/