We like to speculate
About the things that people say
The sights, the sounds, the aftermath,
Of watching our planet crash
I tried to state the facts,
But the fact was my fathers ate your scraps
(We all say "relax")
They'll take your table scraps,
Rip you to shreds,
And take that shirt off your back
(I tried to state the facts,
But the fact was my fathers ate your scraps)
You never mattered, they bought and sold
Your skin's the silver they want
And your heart's the gold
I like to speculate
(Comin' up on the real sludge summit,
Never looked back since I came back from it)
I like to speculate
We like to speculate
About the things that people say
The sights, the sounds, the aftermath,
It's all bad
We like to ruminate
To stake out our neighbors and make them our prey
And I'm tired, and I'm hungry,
And I'm falling into all of these things
"You'll feel it like I do
Feel the way we always stay the same
And they never do"
You'll feel it like I do
Feel the way we always say the same things
I'm not sure I'm ready for you to say those things
(We're comin' up on the real sludge summit,
Never looked back since I came back from it)
(Gotta get ready for this one!)
(We're comin' up on the real sludge summit,
Get back from it!)
You're a kind cannibal
Taking bites out of my arm,
And I'll be alright
My hands will tremble
Every day I'm fed though
This hollow skin is a lie
You're a kind cannibal
And your flesh is falling off
For the Earth to engulf
And when your bones hide again
Underneath your new skin
You'll be as beautiful as you always were
Just as beautiful as the dirt
(And you'll never be the same)