Cease Upon The Capitol - Untitled 4 текст песни

While sports provide a centered mind. A thousand mined left hand lives.
Grungle in their neighbor's bile. It looks like fashion. Lost some land.
Too high and too outside. Dance for bob the boat owner. Wax and white knuckles.
Grown and gold wrappers crumpled under covers. Lovers share each other.
I wonder, "do they laugh about the bruises? Do the still share the shower?"