| Into the night and into ourselves | 
| We forage like rats | 
| With dirt in our hands | 
| Dirt on our hearts | 
| Into the night and into ourselves | 
| We forage like rats | 
| They all hunt in packs | 
| They all hunt like wolves | 
| Then we meet | 
| As satellites that are grounded | 
| By the weight of the earth | 
| For the story | 
| If you wanna get it done | 
| You have to take the time | 
| To bring your lives a meaningless story | 
| Yes talk and fury | 
| Are wasted on the young | 
| They never take the time | 
| To think things over | 
| Meet their lawyers | 
| Into the night and into ourselves | 
| We forage like rats | 
| With dirt in our hands | 
| Dirt in our hearts | 
| Into the night and into ourselves | 
| We forage like rats | 
| They all hunt in packs | 
| They all hunt like wolves | 
| Then we meet | 
| As satellites that are grounded | 
| By the weight of the earth | 
| Yes we meet | 
| As satellites that are grounded | 
| By the weight of the earth | 
| By the weight | 
| What you’ve got to realise | 
| Is that there’s never a time | 
| To be so intricate | 
| As to fall and cut your knees | 
| With smiles | 
| That contradict your eyes | 
| Before a lie in Dutch | 
| We’ll be forever sharing our wives | 
| We’ll have a thorn in our sides | 
| This conversation’s played | 
| As highly-scripted verse and rhyme | 
| As time predicts all of our lies | 
| That crawl inside of our heads | 
| The outside walls and ramparts | 
| Won’t ever fall until we have gods | 
| You always took the time to be pleasant | 
| In your discourse and thoughts | 
| The outside walls and ramparts | 
| Won’t ever fall until we have gods | 
| You always took the time to be pleasant | 
| In your discourse and thoughts | 
| A calling on the forecourt | 
| Of dozens of predictable brains | 
| And that’s what you get for being thoughtful and brave | 
| Then we meet | 
| As satellites that are grounded | 
| By the weight of the earth | 
| By the weight of the | 
| Earth | 
| We shield our eyes | 
| From all of the turrets that fire | 
| Still we, we take our time | 
| To fire | 
| And emerge from the mire | 
| When we melt like glaciers | 
| That are drowning | 
| In the pride of the sun | 
| And we, we take our time to see | 
| We trust and hide and seek all our while | 
| In the church of the earth | 
| In the church and the earth | 
| Like our books full of myth | 
| In the church and the earth | 
| We will hide all our secrets till death |