You won't see that trap when
all the synapses collapse
And when your body is a map
dotted with perforating lines
An d all the sidewalk burns
recite the words that lure them
Off to their graves in incantations saved
before the blood on the pavement dries
Hey!
And you won't win that fight
Holding your hands over your eyes
And no one's coming back to life
No matter how many hours we talk
Cause no one ever died,
no alignment was designed after all
To rearrange our language in
the space between sky and wall
So it don't mean anything now,
just bubbles of sound constantly multiplying and dividing
I don't know what I'm talking about
But the voice in my mouth tastes like
La -la -la -la -la -la -lightning
La -da -da
Who fought the last fight?
Who's taking that supposed fight?
Who was gone before the night
evaporated into the dawn
And when the day arrived,
who was the final one
To dare to form a cause,
an organization
Between your limitlessness and loss
I couldn't mean anything now
The things you keep talking about
Oh, the makeshift amount that
you're emptying out
And everyone knows that you're
la -la -la -la -la -la -lying
Oh -oh
And anyone can tell that you're lying