By now... by now we've cut our teeth on concrete
faced the bruising road he said "tonight I'll send you home."
threads like us we're taut
stretched we're d**hly long
by fate we fray
the ground howls
the road folds
the sand pulls
as we scrape no cities hear us the ground lies ready:
"I lie, I lie steady," the growing desert preaches,
"I hit, I hit heavy-weighed with fate bye fate you'll fray."
threads go on and on and on
stretched along the roads we plague
they go on.