[Intro]
When we look in the mirror, we collapse
[Chorus]
We are all soured milk
When we look in the mirror, we collapse
When our finger's on the trigger, we collapse
[Verse 1]
Arms are flailing
Swirling like the poison in the sink
Like the southern belle
Playing songs of horror
Like teeth amongst the grass
[Verse 2]
[Chorus]
When the pipeline starts to flowing, we collapse
When our time has come
When the city needs a lynching, we collapse
[Verse 3]
Arms are flailing
The devils' in the eye of every man
Water and the well
A Baptist and a baby
We're rolling in the weeds
[Verse 4]
Keep her spirit well
The tar pit baby's father
Will lay her out to dry
We can’t stand the sight of our hollow and withered form. Beholding it causes us to collapse.
Probably a nod to the rampant gun violence in the US.
The pipeline has been flowing for a long time…
Our time has come. Our finger’s on the trigger. Will we collapse?