[ Featuring the Deserters ]
What about repetition makes you want to quit?
We all relate
What if I told you something's trapped inside of it
And that's what you hate
It sickens your mirror self in time
You try to release her but she's punished for your crime
Here in the country where we paint the concrete sea
Things aren't so bad
We see in a circle not exceeding fifteen feet
Unless we're mad
The future is always a surprise
And when you're away, you're gone, and not a smaller size
Can't tell you what I think
The saying destroys the thing
We painted the ocean all around
And then with a flash of green
I reached for a sharp machine
The blood in the water brought them out
You see them in spotlights inside tiny glassed-in rooms:
They just eat themselves
It seems like a luxury, performed in front of you
Yeah, that's what sells
A terror-convenience, bless your eyes
It's keeping your work performance free of compromise
A blessing you work to make
A beating you'd bleed to take
The heart of the ghost of what we do
A movie where you're the star
The story is what we are
Nobody deserves this more than you
I went to my father's house and turned into a deer
Tracks lost in snow
Ran like a fact of weather, blown into your ear
No one must know
I've never looked out across a hill
I've never seen thunderstorms a hundred miles away
A peace like a dead brown leaf
A peace like a drunken thief
A peace like a broken mobile phone
Can't tell you what I think
The saying destroys the thing
We painted the ocean into home
