then there were three men up front, all i saw were backs of heads. then i asked "am i alive and well, or am i dreaming dead?" then one turned around to say "we're driving toward the morning sun where all your blood is washed away and all your did will be undone."

we're dying with every breath we make. and i'll fall in line.

he stays home from work this time, he never really told his wife.

sometimes we will die and sometimes we will fly away.

you should never trust the pantaloon.

find a wife and build yourself a home.

get up 'cause the world has left you lying on the ground.

you are tired, you are hurt.

i will carry all your names and i will carry all your shame.

and then out of the corner of my eye, i see a spaceship in the sky, and hear a voice inside my head.

it's warmer in the morning than what it is at night.

(la-da-da-da-da)

take me up, seal the door. i don't wanna march here anymore.

they deflect the disrespect when they say that they blame it on the times.

and about this time of every year, the line will go to the ocean pier and walk right off into the sea, and then we fall asleep.

if you decide to live by what you thinks wrong and whats right, believe me you'll begin to wish you were sleeping your weeping will creep in your head and you'll cry.

sometimes we will die and sometimes we will fly away.

i know you want to leave, but friend, please don't take your life away from me.

your soul knows good and evil, your soul knows both sides, and it's time that you pick your battle, and i promise you this is mine.

take me out and finish this waste of a life.

'cause it's all that i have and it's all that i need and the waves of the water mean nothing to me.

living like a ghost, you walk by everyone you know.

i disguise and i will lie.

and i, i can feel the pull begin.

he pretends he's okay, but you should see him in bed late at night, he's petrified.

and then i saw him, torch in hand, he laid it out, what he had planned.

a strangers back is all i see, he's only a few feet in front of me.

i try desperately to run through the sand as i hold the water in the palm of my hand.

you've stolen my air catcher that kept my safe and sound.

the demon sat there waiting on her porch.

know you were made holy, open up your eyes and see the clouds above will hold you, the clouds above will sing.

and the ground taunts my wings, plummet as i sing.

open the slits in your face and start your day.

i think you would beat the moon in a pretty contest.

take me out and finish this waste of a life.

i won't fall in love with falling, i will try to avoid those eyes.

i haven't found a drop.

it's taking a toll on my soul, i'm screaming submission.

they deflect the disrespect when they say that they blame it on the times.

and i'll die as i wait as i wait on my crime.

you should never trust the pantaloon.

oh, we blame it on the times.

why won't you let us use your name?

but now i'm here to give you words as tools that can destroy my heart.

open the slits in your face and start your day.

i haven't found a drop.

i will carry all your names and i will carry all your shame.

i mean no disrespect, i am simply very perplexed by your ways.

i mean no disrespect, i am simply very perplexed by your ways.

strike me down, i am calling your lightning down from your dark hiding place.