A list of things that should be said
Now weighs a forest on your tongue
And all your virtues safely kept

In vaseline have slipped by gone

Put it on the vast choir sings

Let the Broncos run wild again
Wipe it off that purgatory grin
Cause it's all too convincing


Show me that it's easy
Say that you are in need of me

Don't talk of the costs
With a mouthful of wasps
Time is up, so let them all fly

Up in the sky.

Yes, I was taught among your kind

By drilling tunnels towards the core
In through the multi-detailed mind
where rich and simple is at war


Put it on the vast choir sings
Let the Broncos run wild again

wipe it off that diabolic grin
Cause it's so contrived
And it frightens me


Show me that you're easy
Say that you believe in me

Don't act out your frost
with a mouthful of wasps
Time is up so them all fly

Up in the sky

Behind those weary eyes

some broken story hides
I need to know and you have to show
Before it strikes its roots

And strangles everything