While you slept it off, your empire was lost
Now we're not your sons, and your old silver tongue,
It don't work too well now
We wandered off with our heads nice and soft
But we were still numb, and we burned in the sun,
And got torn to pieces

 [bad word] the [bad word] from off my eyes, and scratch my name into the sky
the things beneath my floorboards lie, I'll never let them out
and all my teeth are down at my feet
and all of the blood, [bad word] in a flood
start counting sheep
then I fall asleep again and find myself out wandering
through forests made of skeletons of people I once knew
and all their spines are perfectly aligned
like old powerlines, or a fork's silver tines
now I'm out again

My feet left the ground
And I floated off, and got lost
Now this ain't my home
There's no warmth in these bones
Just a mock up to help me pretend I'm sleeping

While we slept it off, all the money was lost
Now we can't stand up, yeah, the lead in our guts,
It just weighs us down now
But we'll crawl along, despite what goes wrong
'Cause we're not that young.
Takes more than your guns to scare us off now

Paint your face in ether.
Make the skies drip. Make our heads hit the ground. 
It all goes on forever. 
Make no difference whether we're still around.
 
My feet left the ground
And I floated off, and got lost
Now my house is far below
It's buried in snow
And I can't see my footprints anymore; they're too small
I drift through the clouds with my heart in my mouth
I'm not stopping
Now the Earth is far behind
I'm lost in the sky with my eyes closed
I'm just waiting for my air [bad word] out