Opened my eyes with temples in strain
pictures of strangers I've wanted to meet
they're not as real as the bones that I sleep in
missing people that never went missing
when I am real I look forward to living
maybe someday I'll be a good person

Unsatisfied with love and kindness
just focused on the self
absolution reeks of weakness
temporary culture makeshift
bad will go the time for them
a death taking place
I've watched my generation [bad word] themselves again
Hide from snakes with arms and legs
I'd rather just blend
Mr. Graves digging ditches
cemetery for the living
Shallow minded patrons suit this million man march
in this rotting gut degeneration there's only the ebb
The foundation collapses
we continue to hurt
knee deep in a river
but we're dying of thirst
the foundation collapses
we continue to search
knee deep in a river
but we're dying of thirst