You think that you trusted the life of the just Falling around, the future sound It's all become dust Here we discuss the life of the just The only sound we believe in now Is the one that is leaving Sleeping dogs lie at the back of my mind Pulling my fingers and biding their time So gather it up, just to scatter away A grip so tight like Wilhelm Reich To show me up So lay it down, just let her down I sense your shoulders start to sag Stow it in the overhead compartment now Or lay it on the ground must you carry the bag? It's a scattered crusade this thing that we've made And it blocks out the sun, cause it's so enormous I know that it sometimes weighs a ton But in a certain light it's gorgeous Ever on up the hill bailed up with a weight unspoken And it was always meant to spill And maybe more rock than Sisyphus Roll it up