[Verse 1]
If the best intentions might be okay
Depends on which side of one angle you glance from
Well some envision more better ways
To cope with all the accumulation of material waste
[Chorus]
Sent, bent
Thrown through sorting, bleaching filters
To an higher extent
And leech on each way
You kids grow old
Into ugly tall dark strangers
Whose spirits slope
And fade off in sour ways
[Bridge]
And I was damned then
And I am
I still am
And I was
Me no, no, then
I am
I still am, now and then
[Verse 2]
When our harm extends into the farther reaches of space
It takes twice as much time with each increment both ways in space
Well some depend on there being a better place
But lorn on accumulation in material waste
[Chorus]
Sent, bent
Thrown through sorting, bleaching filters
To another extent
And leech on in any way
Worn kids might grow old
And into ugly tall dark strangers
Whose spirits slope
And fade off in other ways
[Bridge]
And I was them then
And I am
I still am
And I was
Me, no, oh, then
I am
I still am, now and then
[Chorus]
Sent, bent
Thrown through sorting, bleaching filters
To higher extent
And leech on that way
You grow old
Into any other stranger
Whose worn spirits slope
And fade off in sour ways