Everything I own’s borrowed
Besides love everything about this world’s hollow
The constructs we follow
We’ll need mad luck to see tomorrow
Everything I own’s borrowed
Besides love everything about this world’s hollow
The constructs we follow
We’ll need mad luck to see tomorrow without bloodshed and sorrow

Everything I own’s borrowed
Besides love everything about this world’s hollow
The constructs we follow
We’ll need mad luck to see tomorrow
Everything I own’s borrowed
Besides love everything about this world’s hollow
The constructs we follow
We’ll need mad luck to see tomorrow without bloodshed and sorrow

While the gods up in the firmaments
Chuckle at the terrible and wonderful impermanence
We tunnel through the dirt journeying to nowhere
In sinking ships where the captains don’t care
While the gods up in the firmaments
Chuckle at the terrible and wonderful impermanence
We tunnel through the dirt journeying to nowhere
In sinking ships where the captains don’t care

Lend me an ear, spill the heartache
Fortune fear and all that raises the heart rate
Paving a pathway to change is a hard lane to take
But free fall from the seesaw’s a fast way to break
Down the walls we’ve erected
Keep an eye on the fools we’ve elected
We’re all connected, static or travelling
Still the thread’s unravelling
There’s too much chatter in the babbling brook
Too many chefs and not enough cooks
Too many toys and not enough books
Too much noise, there’s too much noise
There’s too much noise and not enough silence
Nowhere to hide from the all seeing eyelids
Each new connection’s a growing alliance
Still all I do is done with defiance

Everything I own’s borrowed
Besides love everything about this world’s hollow
The constructs we follow
We’ll need mad luck to see tomorrow
Everything I own’s borrowed
Besides love everything about this world’s hollow
The constructs we follow
We’ll need mad luck to see tomorrow without bloodshed and sorrow

While the gods up in the firmaments
Chuckle at the terrible and wonderful impermanence
We tunnel through the dirt journeying to nowhere
In sinking ships where the captains don’t care
While the gods up in the firmaments
Chuckle at the terrible and wonderful impermanence
We tunnel through the dirt journeying to nowhere
In sinking ships where the captains don’t care