I'm sure that I'm fine 
 but I heard there's a bath 
 in a river of glass so I'll take it
I've always known 
 that the smiles that were shown 
 were plastic and hollow lines [bad word] 
And I'll be damned, 
 your metaphor dollar-fed God 
 got into my head

Hey now, 
 plastics gather 'round now you're waitin'
 with your hands out for the blood flies 
 [bad word] and carry you home

doubt is a crime 
 and I caught me at last  [bad word] circles in rounded-off places
 scanning for hope 
 but these windows of gold 
 play tricks on my eyes...
 [bad word] 

...why don't we pull apart, look inside 
 the curtains of origins that imitate life
and where you are is where I'll be 
 floating arms of azure seize
 who will you inspire?
as I watch this world below, 
 and the world I watch grows smaller and smaller
fear and love 
 all collide and all at once
the piper plays green 
 tearing the sleeves 
 pulled up from the sea 
 and thrown through the ceiling
stepping stones so carefully untouched
you'll only leave this world alone

strange that you think you can fly
strapped to a stone
 in a blinked needle's eye

I'll be damned,
  your all-time-low just lowered again
hey now plastics gather round now you're waitin' 
 with your hands out, 
 waitin' for the war flies, 
waitin' for the blood flies 
  [bad word] and carry you home