Learned to count by match light

Nourished by a simple plastic bag

The material of ghost shoes

Sought like saffron

And pounded so small

That bird neck landing

And the tears of its wings landing

Learned to read by a ration of light

Nothing comes to the faithless firsthand

Yet all we crave won't save us

On the other side

Don't let your left hand know

What your right hand is doing

Don't let your right hand know

What your left hand is going through

Things got oddly real

Got a sudden feeling

Gotta take the wheel back

I can't say I'm awake yet

Don't count on me to stay awake yet

Sustained by a simple scent

Sprung from molecular pegboard

In the two-way cage of a laboratory

In the sub-basement

Beneath the official union barber shop

Where those who are sometimes called pigs

Get shaved

Nothing comes to the faithless firsthand

Yet all we crave won't save us

On the other hand

Don't let your left hand know

What your right hand is doing

Don't know your right hand know

What your left hand is going through

We will crawl over the walls

We will become manifest

Any time and every time we so choose

And we will persevere

It won't be like money anymore