This planet's old, cold, dead, and crashing into us
You gotta know I'm no "End Of Days" man
That piece doesn't go
Just tug at the frayed ends
Pull it (you) apart
(Circles and squares surround us, we need to hide.)
No fingers
No feelings
I'd push the bu*tons
But I can't feel those things
(You're close to me, I push away
The circles and squares are gonna collide.)
And it's all I sing
And it's all icing
(Surround us...)
Blood falls over me
Brings me back to a distance shot in the rubber parts
I can't stay there
See you inject yourself with it