text: I endure stroking my head on the cranes
  Well now they alone are all just one in the same
  Demean and try to walk about
  Among stolen signs that talk about
  A passion that lies, well easy now
  Maybe I was found
  Just bathed in doubt
  I’ll scan a different coast
  Where my blame can lay and roast
  In the heat of my own treason
  Just as another pavement toasts
  I remain aware of those
  When consumed to paths of reason
  Now do you stew your lovers croak to the glue of your own throat?
  When the scenery starts peeling
  And the scenery starts peeling
  This is the final line I wrote
  And applying the final coat
  That would bring down the ceiling
  This is the final line I wrote
  And applying the final coat
  That would bring down the ceiling
  This is the final line I wrote
  And applying the final coat
  That would bring down the ceiling
  This is the final line I wrote
  And applying the final coat
  That would bring down the ceiling
  This is the final line I wrote
  When applying a final coat
  That would bring down the walls
  Well easy now, easy now
  Maybe I was found
  Just bathed in doubt