Where are you?
I'm lost upon this boulevard
and I'm afraid this plastic mask made room enough
for all of us

Now scissorlips [bad word] to grips while chewing paper fingertips that boulevards made boulevards of boulevards in endless strips
sing your lullaby
sing, sing, sing

I want to hear it from your lips
what's it worth shining for?
Nevermind your thirst,
Nevermind the curses you utter vacantly

I can hear them scream from below
I still hear them screaming below
all we are is all we are
transcendental animals

Where are you?
I'm high above this boulevard
I left behind this passive mask to prove to us it's not enough

Now scissorlips throws scissor fits 'til bleeding's what the kissing gets to fork the tongues of old and young
forever speaking opposites

...all we are is all we are transcendental animals trying to dig up the love

You call this love?

For the love of loss, we find
for the love of joy, we cry
for the love of growth, we sever
for the love of now, we never
for the love of peace we kill
for the love of weath, we steal
for the love of difference confine
for the love of unity divide
for the love of love, we hate

who wouldn't want to disappear?
but I'm still here, I am still here

when [bad word] out the other side
wearing horrors that climb from our soul
screaming I am still here
I am still here
falling face-down into the light
wholly naked I cling to these roots screaming,
I am still here