And if the rats don't dance then turn it up
And if the gods don't sing they're trying to listen
But one sick heart can't carry the music
No more than ten years of
And if the fish stay dead then turn it up
And when the mad mind echoes you're on a mission
But one sick heart can't cure an addiction
No more than ten years of
Singing alone
Getting real high alone
And then the words speak up
And I am wise and loved
And then a timer starts
The half-life of self-worth
Churning earth
Kicking sand expelling unrest
Yeah
What about Amelia
Another six million
Days in the sick sad alone
Hah