Rubicons Video (MV)

From where I stand up here
The world looks so flat
But I control it all
I can make it bend back
I'll take the globe
I don't need a map
It's just two different houses
Two beds wearing black

I can see you when I want to
On that same old bowered street
Breach the train tracks on the old bridge
Past a sleeping armory

When you say you're not happy
Please know I believe it
Escape plans are drawn up
You know we can beat it
If it's one more day
Then it's one more year
Until we see the sun set
State-lines from here

Shield your eyes as the phone dies
Both our beds are wearing black
For some reason that's how it should be
For some reason that's how it should be

IV bags of chlorine sanitize all the sick
It's the syndrome you get
When you paint those white pickets
And cry for your cage