I don't even feel the strings But I know that they pull me back Upright, post collapse Something's killing all the birds in my neighborhood "Sir, this is an Applebee's I'm gonna have to ask you to leave." We all die, why not do it in a parking lot? We all sigh, cos we know it might be all for naught We all cry, but we only do it all alone through a combat zone The long walk home Just send the flood already We've reached the Howard Hughes phase All but collecting the jars at altitude First terror, then lunch You learn to live with the bunch You feel stuck yеt still somehow come unglued Likе I'm sprinting in sap With my head plastic wrapped My lungs are less air than pot Cos this life's a garrote I will now be pointing fingers to bleachers Not the stands, no underneath with the creatures You assholes kept me there til I did not care Remember that when you come looking for features Where is my light switch Where is my light switch Where is my light switch D-R-A-G-G-E-D across the concrete L'appel du vide I'm cutting holes in a bedsheet D-R-A-G-G-E-D across the concrete These days have edges like a free kick from new cleats Dragged, dragged across the concrete Dragged, dragged across the concrete Dragged, dragged across the concrete Dragged, dragged across the concrete