Fake masquerade
Parading seedlings away
We counted down with lighters to the sky
Inhibit receptors play
Under the sink charades
Arson in the air, confetti in our eyes
A capsule full of clay
Meditate to wear it down
As red gaps fill the empty ward
For a life time of peasants
And crude intoxications
Paid for with lunch money
Incubations
Fake masquerade
Fake masquerade
Parading seedlings away
Worship suffer, hold your hands to the rail.
A capsule full of clay
Meditate to wear it down
Searching for meaning in tongues
Touching smoke rings to my lungs
Teach me, offer another chance to fail
Worship, suffer, hold your hands to the rail, to the rail