| Lungs love holes | |
| Escaping words you know | |
| Smoke gets in your eyes | |
| Still blowing in the wind | |
| And we can't beat this cancer, can we? | |
| Answer me | |
| Kids don't know shit | |
| Everything they've learned is wrong | |
| Boys in the neighborhood are fit, they fight all night long | |
| Kids don't know it, but everything they've touched is gone | |
| Cause no one understands, | |
| You can't stand under something that's all wrong | |
| When you're facing the day | |
| When you're wasting away | |
| And you get lighter than your brain | |
| And it grows tighter everyday | |
| Love's lungs hold air to a blow a hole | |
| Cold chest grows, fills up with smoke | |
| At least your head is warm | |
| Still forming ways to warm the baby, the baby's bed | |
| Cause kids don't know shit | |
| Everything they've learned is wrong | |
| The girls on the block are listening in, | |
| They sing, 'let's get strong' | |
| Kids don't know it, but everything they've got is gone | |
| We used it for some fuel and food | |
| Then the rats took it from us and made a bomb | |
| Words love holes | |
| Getting lost in lies we know | |
| Still believing branches weaving forests | |
| Leaving helps them grow | |
| Kids don't know shit | |
| Everything we learned was wrong | |
| Deep down we knew it, | |
| We always knew it all along | |
| Nebular splendor, I'll remember those constellations forever | |
| A cursory person turns to me and says | |
| 'well, you won't live forever' |