I set your house on fire
We split the bill three ways
He knows these lines so well
They bend and form themselves
These lines on maps and brains
Their static pulse runs dry
The patchwork drifts in time
Exhaling from foreheads
I smell their souls grow cold
They've spent their last few cents
In spite of what's transpired
My driver's cab's astray
A syllable for hire
When rhyming goes to waste
We'll bargain with your time
We'll blame utilities
Who did so anyhow?
Who did so anyhow?
Who did so anyhow?
Who did so anyhow?
Who did so anyhow?
Who did so anyhow?
Who did so anyhow?
Who did so anyhow?
My fickle thought
My thorn
You lie
You lie
You lie in earnesty
We're just
Memory networkers
We're just
Memory networkers
We're just
Memory networkers
We're just
Memory networkers