Expose the glow for what it is

Rub on that shine till dull

And lifeless, strong in a crisis

Prepare your hair for judgement day

Put on that face mask anyway

Because somehow, maybe, there's a reason

Rewind to all hurt you gave

Buckled and twisted with glee

You sat there, sprawled in my armchair

The sky backed down as that red mist rose

Exchanging those gnarly beads for toes

Because somehow, maybe, there's a reason for your anonymity

Has the TV taken your feet

Has that armchair strapped you down with strips of apathy

If that is so it's time to rеason with war

Cleanse your hands of the thoughts that you had

And watch your candlе burning slowly down there

To the handle of that gun you're holding

That you did not know you're holding

My god they're scarred, they're charred

And they threw away their brains today

Wide eyed we drove ourselves to the destination

My bad feet take me home

Wide eyed we drove ourselves to the brink of extinction

My bed feet take me home... help them

Bleed and regret your chances