I saw the scene unfold on a rainy sunday
creases indicating fold that kept four walls from caving in
i took a little more of what i take for granted
and filled my plate for fear that gears would turn
and wheels would roll away
something's got to break you down
entered the scene (i'm told) on i think it was monday
you drove straight through and mined that quarry
for all it could bleed 'til dry
i took a little more 'til i got taken for granted
'cause beautiful boys gave chase
and when they arch your backbone
it's such a dreadful sight
i'll react when faces find you
with jealous fits that gag and bind you
'cause nothing hurts like nothing at all
when imagination takes full control