Recite his ego To fall through a phone It's narrow, doubt the wire Boiling to the bone Press it more he won't confess Remember cool and nodding, Jess Mind the merchant not the buyer Can this cord be cut, Jess? Will it end this way? Will it end this way? Will the epitaph say... Nausea keep it down Disgusted, don't know how A jerk dressed up in a gentleman's clothes Just older, uptight now As a patient, he's compelled A desire to be found Just returning to himself He's been eating like a cow Will it end this way? Will it end this way? Will the epitaph say Oh... "Insufferable"? A distance which persists And choose our roots to grow When the factory shuts down Let the boy go home Let the boy go home Repeat it conceit with no concept the feeling Your minds been point interrogate To read his point, retold, repeating Will it end this way? Will it end this way? Will the epitaph say "Insufferable"