Got a folder full of fragments
 You're losing all acquaintances, losing your balance
 Over spikes, over trip wires, you've got such obvious style
 Put limits on thoughts - limit all thinking

 Ego [bad word] wild - a monster is hiding behind
 Your smoke ring eyes
 The harder you fight the tide
 The less likely you'll survive
 There's a constant farewell
 Into a new dream full of unpolluted sorrows
 Document a scattered mind
 Where the waves fall, like the soldiers that die on the shore
 Seaside ghosts now

 Ego [bad word] wild - a monster is hiding behind
 Your smoke ring eyes
 The harder you fight the tide
 The less likely you'll survive
 Ego [bad word] wild - a monster is hiding behind
 Your smoke ring eyes
 The harder you fight the tide
 Ego [bad word] wild - look at your rattlesnake skin
 Your smoke ring eyes

 The harder you fight the tide
 The less likely you'll survive