All in all, it's no one's fault

Excuses turn to carbon walls

Blame it all on chemical intercourse

The swallowed seeds of arrogance

Breeding in the thoughts of ten

Thousand fools who fight irrelevance

The full moon is dead skin

The one down here's wearing thin

So set up the ten pins

As the human tide rolls in

Like a ball that's spinning

Turn the jukebox up, he said

Dancing in irreverence

Play C-3, let the song protest

The plates begin to shift

Perfect lefts come rolling in

I was alone and far away

When I heard the band start playing

On the lip, late take off

Feel like resonance of distance

In the blood, the iron lies

It's instilled, to wanna live