We went without wine For we had no more gold Woe are we for trying To pretend we ever said no And the template of acceptance Standing on the message For those of us wanting access We must reconfigure the upkeep Whether fraud, fake, or the real thing Depends how high the siren sings 1: 06 Everything about this hour Led us to believe that we were safe It read like a book with us in control Come to find out we have no will at all This is where we've landed Marooned between two actions Our movements all disjointed And our passiveness is out of practice But soon the brain will conjure up A way to make it appear As if we hold higher standards Than the ones to which we adhere 2: 23 We went without wine For we had no more gold For we had no more gold