I saw the scene unfold on a rainy sunday
creases indicating folds that kept 4 walls from caving in
I took a little more of what I take for granted
and filled my plate with fears that gears would turn
and wheels would roll away

something's got to break you down

entered the scene (I'm told) on I think it was monday
you drove straight through and mined that quarry
for all it could bleed 'til dry
I took a little more 'til I got taken for granted
'cause beautiful boys gave chase
and when they arch your backbone
it's such a dreadful sight

I'll react when faces find you
with jealous fits that gag and bind you
'cause nothing hurts like nothing at all
when imagination takes full control