Clara would be proud to know us
We've taken it to the end
Where the gray turns to black
And where the white just begins-
we live every day on the water
The night just kills the pain
From the suffering that was
We are no stranger-we are dust-
Down in the crown 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 rectory of sin
Against the currents we all swim
Cageless wonders of sometime when
The paper lion's chase will end-