Dust

Ataxia

Some of the chances we take, 
To make the money we make. 
Manufacturing disease 
The creature we can see 

I'm pleased it some other day 
And I've got something to say 
You don't need love 
So get under the rock 

Now, I have a mutated brain 
It is the form that's been made 
You got for broke 
With your prog rock show 

Don't you know what I mean? 
The sick things that I've seen 
When you don't fall down 
There's a piercing sound 

It was the sky that we learned 
That we're to spy on the bird 
The clouds all feel 
Where we don't feel real 

It was implied to make a caption 
"It's a pain world", is her reaction 
We've answered why it's not been action 
we blow the ghosts, is this our faction 

This was the movie we made 
And we were shooting to fate 
We gather dust when you said it's a must 

And in the end that we shake 
It is the function that's fake 
We don't feel real 
You don't know how it feels 

Now, we've given up a lot 
And we've gone right past the spot 
We're fueled inside 
It's the must that we hide 

It was implied to make a caption 
"It's a pain world", is her reaction 
We've answered why it's not been action 
We blow the ghosts, is this our faction 

Now, I have a mutated brain 
It is the form that's been made 
You got for broke 
With your prog rock show 

It was implied to make a caption 
"It's a pain world", is her reaction 
We've answered why it's not been action 
We blow the ghosts, is this our faction 

Blow