We got stuck inside some wires

No relief could be seen

No reflection was required

To light the gasoline

High up above the ropes

They all grappled in the rage

They're all pros, they'll sort it out

And emerging from the fray

They'll all toss their swords and say

Across the tundra!

To the wall! To the wall!

Most of us are all ghosts of us

We're like walking second thoughts

No sense, no evidence

Just hoping to get caught

We must shrug and worry not

Born sweet to blow up and bear the curse

Yeah baby all of this dignity it's gonna hurt

Best cover up your eggs

And whistle through the blood

Dodge falling brains and legs

As they rain down from above

We go floating through the flood