What a glorious day
 Open your books up to the first page
 Raise your hands to the sky
 Close your eyes before you cry and sing
 (we are the good, we are the bad, keep your demons at bay)
 Can you hear the stampede march on?
 Organized filthy chaos
 The workingmen dance in matching suits
 Live and let live
 Separate the church and the state
 Before our world breaks
 These colors [bad word]  when the earth's had enough
 She'll open her mouth and consume us like dice
 When it [bad word] to an end
 I can feel my feet sink into the earth's edge
 Dirt is to saliva
 Rock salt is our faith
 Trees are the reason we breathe, grass is teeth
 In harvest, in molting, in ovulation, we are reborn
 Live and let live
 Separate the church and the state
 Like elevators, we're going down