| A round of drinks |
| I’m a man again |
| I live my life |
| I’m locked inside the days |
| To survive I frown and go to face |
| The friction each morning |
| The songs I sing that salve the pain |
| We’re the ones they sold today |
| And you’re the ones that saving grace ate |
| The silver lining slowly drained off |
| Listen to them spin their stories |
| Hear the voices selling you rain |
| Once you let go |
| They’ll pounce and drain you dry |
| Out in that spin dry no fly zone |
| Those dreamthieves bleed you to th bone |
| At home alone I saw all th waste on the vines |
| I talked to them that felt and loved |
| The sun and the rain |
| Cathedrals built on mounds of earthly gains and |
| Then I sang this song that sounds aloud the pain |
| We’re the ones they sold today |
| And you’re the ones that saving grace ate |
| The silver lining slowly drained off |
| Listen to them spin their stories |
| Hear the voices selling you rain |
| Once you let go |
| They’ll pounce and drain you dry |
| Out in that spin dry no fly zone |
| Those dreamthieves bleed you to the bone |
| So we live on ailing |
| I can’t hear the sun |
| So my life rots as I wait in line |
| Listen to them spin their stories |
| Hear the voices selling you rain |
| Once you let go |
| They’ll pounce and drain you dry |
| Out in that spin dry no fly zone |
| Those dreamthieves bleed you to the bone |
| Those dreamthieves bleed you to the bone |