A moment to pause and rest my oversized,
Overpriced head.
I'm gazing at the edges of our geometric nests
Against a backdrop of atmosphere, and squinting to blur it all clear.
Realizing that there's no distinction,
I see the red queen winking at me and laughing,
Because I thought I was ahead, but the world is a treadmill.
At the core of our minds we risk all to leave a piece of us behind.
(chorus)
We're still standing so we're still winning,
But every parasite that kills its host, kills itself.
(break)
(chorus ?2)
(outro)
1 | Edge Of Consciousness |
2 | Adrenological |
3 | Spaceotemporal |
4 | Brand X Misery |
5 | Highly Specific |
6 | Domestic |
7 | Clear |
8 | Laugh Some Day |
9 | Unwilling Accomplice |
10 | Real Estate |