I saw the scene unfold on a rainy Sunday

Creases indicating folds that kept four walls from caving in

I took a little more of what I take for granted

And filled my plate with fear that gears would turn

And wheels would roll away

Something's got to break you down

Entered the scene (I'm told) on I think it was Monday

You drove straight through and mined that quarry

For all it could bleed 'til dry

I took a little more 'til I got taken for granted

'cause beautiful boys gave chase

And when they arch your backbone

It's such a dreadful sight

Something's got to break you down

I'll react when faces find you

With jealous fits that gag and bind you

'cause nothing hurts like nothing at all

When imagination takes full control

I saw the scene unfold