the planer´s lost and all I need to line my bed with handkerchiefs to bay my fatigue to build a case of true love lost and lives erased to live guilt free in a foretold destiny he found a hill where he stakes his claim and he´ll build a house where he´ll martyr his children the trees wheeze out the ocean rise he´s gaining ground in his high-rise and all proceeds from rewritten history in fairytales that he still believes he breathes and thrives and he´s immunized but he´s paralyzed cause he´s sure to die off soon running for the middle higher ground but lower while all the coasts are running off cold waters boils mother earth´s rage his house and family have washed away where was his savior his promised road he followed every rule they ever sold he saw his world as a vapor life support we colonize and we multiply as we s** it dry yeah we´re sure to die off live it down live it down livid live it down