All we are is pieces moving back and forth, little cogs in a machine that churns out movement…
In the days when you were young, a queer machine in robes of color with radiant pink and purple thoughts
It turns out movement just goes unnoticed
I've been waiting for a cross to grow out of the ground aligning with your bones
And so it goes just hold the kid over a fire. Show him hell
And so it goes just hold the kid over a fire. Now throw him in
In the days before your love, an oddity in a nervous summer with blatant anti social thoughts
It turns out movement just goes unnoticed
I've been waiting for a cross to grow
Across display of self righteous repose
And so it goes just hold the kid over a fire. Show him hell
And so it goes just hold the kid over a fire. Now throw him in
All we are is pieces moving back and forth, little cogs in a machine that churns out movement…