There's a bottomless pit that we've been climbing from. Just to get on level ground. Shake your seasick legs around. Dead of winter in a logo town. Signs of life are soft and flickering. Need a bed to lay my body down. Deadweight that you carry round. The static is lulling me to sleep. Hang your clothes on a chain link fence. In a junkyard say amen. Your mouth is full of wordless hymns. And run-on sentences. And they're helpless. And forgetting in the background. Holding nothing. And they're youthless. And pretending. With their bare hands. Holding nothing. There's a million horses dragging down a monolith. These trademarks so bereaved. Tied my leg to a barricade. With a plastic hand grenade. That tried to turn emotion into noise. Need a teleprompter for my life. Need a pipeline to the night. My body can't get no relief. And this life it goes by fast. You're treading water in the past. Trying to re-animate something. That you can't understand. And they're helpless. And forgetting in the background. Saying nothing. And he's youthless. And forgetting. With his bare hands. Tied to nothing. And he's helpless. And forgetting in the background. Giving nothing. That is youthless. Trembling. With his bare hands. Holding nothing