Your number [bad word] along without you
Knowing a shift took place
Your father hooks a wing about you

If you flail this broken sword around you'll
Cut nothing up
Again we'll face these things when they're dead issues

Moments take each others place
Born and forgotten the same way
Hey, I'll pay you to cut me out

blower of hot flesh is a baby
That's the first white stuff I sucked
To feed this open fire with a windy day

Moments take each others place
Born and forgotten the same way
Never knowing who you really are