Here is what I said Made up is his blanket Up above our heads to Satisfy the ma**es lost This is a present The gift-wrapped, hollow story sent Made in man son man The elemental spiritless What have we become? A better fitting graces Makeshift housing a medical nightmare What have they done? A tipping over cowardice Fleeing from the wrong side The body with the hive What have we become? A better fitting graces Makeshift housing a medical nightmare What have they done? A tipping over cowardice Fleeing from the wrong side The body with the hive Crash! Nowhere left to run Wake up Neverland A never-ending worry Walking hand-by-hand And overtaken by the sweat
What have we become? So wrapped up in the blanket's hum What have we become? A better fitting graces Makeshift housing a medical nightmare What have they done? A tipping over cowardice Fleeing from the wrong side The body with the hive What have we become? A better fitting graces Makeshift housing a medical nightmare What have they done? A tipping over cowardice Fleeing from the wrong side The body with the hive Crash! Nowhere left to run Crash! Nowhere left to run Note the afterbirths Needles my forgiveness But opium's excesses From sitting on the gra**es green Who then holds the gun? [various gunshots] Crash! Nowhere left to run