Perfect lines we're walking in
Sand the sides down until we're all too thin
Paint us nice so we'll disguise,
Burning skin in whiter lies,
And the rest of the world,
We'll despise
Seeing life through hungry eyes

We're burning land to build upon
Until what we have and know is gone
And still the worker bee drones on

On and on the world withdrawn from everyone but the TVs on

Its all the same;
These human games we play
Hiding from the path we stray,
But seeking more along the way
We're never lost
We breathe in our own exhaust
Then we put our blindfolds on,
Before we hit what's coming on

So we stopped playing all their games,
And burning in their flames
We took the life waiting for us
And turned our heads away
Because life's too short to be alone,
And lifes to short to stay at home,
Or in the same four walls and drone,
On and on and on
We've been waiting for the day where we can say
"Our hearts were not wasted away"
Brittle bones and charcoal skin,
Its perfect lines we're walking in