| Clara would be proud to know us | |
| We've taken it to the end | |
| Where the grey tuens to black | |
| And the white just begins- | |
| We live everyday on the water | |
| The night just kills the pain | |
| From the suffering that was | |
| We are no stronger-we are dust- | |
| Down in the crowd we're down | |
| on our knees | |
| Wanna get out but | |
| don't wanna succeed | |
| We're the red-eyed legends | |
| of the night before | |
| We're the dead mind babies | |
| of the T.V. war- | |
| Living in a rectory of sin | |
| Against the currents we all swim | |
| Cageless wonders of sometime when | |
| The paper icon's chase will end- |