Wall of Ears - Autosky lyrics

underneath our streets are more streets i saw you flying they think im built of numbers they think youre built of numbers one hundred years down and times made dust of bones you could say that you will be ready with a feeding tube strung through your gas mask all your words used to have meaning but they lost their cores float unmoored should you get bored turn to the screen with a steady pour poor poor ma**es little more slumber little folding of the hands to rest fold your hands to rest