Do not!
Do NOT spill the water when you're drinking it
Through your mouth
What happened here, nobody can say but it hasn't been the same
Our lips are pressed to the ground

Running with a cup
Thrown off!
An experiment gone wrong
All of a sudden under us
The drains in the street
Bubbling up....

Do not!
Do NOT spill the water when you're drinking it
Through your mouth
We're so desperate now
Look at us sucking up mud and blood
With our lips pressed to the ground

When they came to us no one thought
Such genius could have gone wrong
Never questioning until we saw
The drains in the street bubbling up...

Do not!
Do NOT spill the water when you're drinking it
Through your mouth
What happened here, nobody can say but it hasn't been the same
Our lips are pressed to the ground

Whose idea was this?

All the kids have random stains on their skin
If they scratch at all, their fingers dig into their flesh
Whose idea was this?

Do not...

Seal the door (of which only one lock works)
What is expected of me now...who knows
With tacks stuck in toes
Debating on what's likable
But certainly this isn't home
Certainly not

It's not so funny
Skipping breath, inhaling rope
It's always just when I need to see
That the lights flicker and short out on me

Rootless over-thinkers in the mirror
One after the other after one after the other
Taking turns in my behaviour
Taking their turns in my behaviour

It's not so funny
Skipping breath, exhaling rope
It's always just when I need to see
That the lights flicker and short out on me

I am the best at seeing things
When the captive worms in the tin are freed
But begin to lose sight one again
When the dust is finished settling
And my friends in this room are weakening
With their penchant for conditioning
And their dispositions on a swing
From the toxins and distracting means

Just when I need to see, the lights flicker
Flicker, flicker, flicker, flicker

It's not so funny, skipping breath
Inhaling and exhaling rope
Just when I need to see
The lights flicker and short out on me
It's not so funny, it really is such an awful fall

Crawling all over, behind ears and behind words
When you are alone and you're not one of the boys and girls
You fall out of your web, dancing on a crooked ledge
You're falling of the edge
Is someone going to end up dead?
There is no cure
I am my only curse
No way (I'm sure) to get this spell reversed
The Filistata crawling all over my head
It's like I always caught up, safe in the messiest of webs
But when it falls out (and like my mind falls out of me)
It's hard to get back in
It's hard to regain sanity
Up on a cliff doing the dance
What happens if I lose balance?
Constantly creeping away from people and from noise
While everyone's sleeping I'm scared to death
It's not my choice
There's a web inside me, behind my eyes, it pounds and pounds
There sits Filistata
It's growing there but makes no sound
There is no pain
Just hate and empty tears
Blind, hollow eyes and webs over the ears
And in the end will I have wasted years?

It could be a deadbeat, a smooching kiss of death
Going on the defence, binding to bitterness
Throw it off, throw it off
Got your name, got your face, got a record of your mistakes
It's too easy to end up sneering
It's been too long now
Yes it was tough, now free yourself, cut it off
You could ages so quickly in a year of judges
And if you stand there dwelling,
You're no better than your grudges
Oh how it burns, oh how it burns
It's too easy to end up sneering
It's been too long now
Yes it was tough, now free yourself, cut it off
Don't let it stop, no, free yourself, cut it off
It could be better, free yourself, cut it off
Yes it was tough, now free yourself, cut it off
You could age so quickly in a year of judges
They see you fall on your face
Cut yourself off from the smudges
Oh how it burns, oh how it burns

At their worst, their stares are a killing force
I go out of my way to avoid
I fall, fall, fall and stop
Stop at you, at where I don't go
Stop at you, at where I don't go
I'll follow you into there....

Stay back and wait for the attack, way back
They want you to retract

Oh you're so close, oh you don't know about it
No you don't know, oh we're so slow about it

All of the same here, more of the same here
(I'll follow you into there)
Just what I run from (you've made me)
Something like them (you make me)
But I'll follow you anyway

Notebook, scrapbook
Somehow I've misplaced you
You were a scratch on a paper, ink and a voice
Not meant to look back at me
The something or someone played a joke
Put on a twisted show
And there we were
I remember just listening, looking up to a fantasy
'Til the day it was right in front of me
Now it's ruined, now it looks like table scraps and nothing else
It kills me to think about all the things
I threw around while hiding
My nature is and always has been that of a pill-bug
When someone gets too close
I now can see how you saw me when I couldn't see myself
But there we were

[Chorus]

I don't think that I really wanted any of it
But before I could understand anything that was happening
So quickly, the bottle, the squinting
I could not undo the knots of an undeveloped mouth
On the way back from the island, the turbulence hinted at no end
All I got, I barely saw
Now I've finally tied it up with no regrets
But I remember...

[Chorus]

Now it looks like table scraps
All that's left are table scraps
All that's left are table scraps
Table scraps and nothing else

[Instrumental]

Even in buildings and still alleys, there is a sneaking threat breaking in
A little like fog, a little like heat, too much like an invasion of safety
(Breaking in) I don't know why the dogs are barking
(Breaking in) Or why the gate is shaking
(Breaking in) It's not just the roof settling
(Breaking in) What is it that has followed me?
I really do wish you had minded your eyes
And now a chain has been set off that can't be wound back up
And late in the night there's a clanking and clanging of sounds
Way too loud outside
Eyes perpendicular to the ground
Pulling the corners down even more
When they moved from top to bottom
A cringe came to catch up with me later on
(Take it back) When my feet run the things I say
(Take it back) Retreating back to what is safe
(Take it back) A self protection policy
(Take it back) In spite of all that it still has followed me
I really do wish you had minded your eyes
And now a chain has been set off that can't be wound back up
And late in the night there's a clanking and clanging of sounds
Way too loud outside
Black face and white wool...I'm counting but it doesn't help
And if you had just minded your eyes
I wouldn't be so wound up as I'm winding down
And on my shelves all my trinkets
Shoved aside for what's way too loud outside

The streets growing out strings
Tugging the line, subtracting the winks
Following something I'm hearing
Doors will scare me, windows leave me blind
On the tips of my toes
(Following) Trailing the tracks between the grey and glistening
(Following) A changing face loses shape
What is it that I'm following?

I can see the lifeless, I can feel the darkness under you
I can see behind me
I can try to hide it but without a will to see the truth
I can feel a heartbeat slowing to nothing
Why don't I go when I know there's nothing I should want here?
Why do I stay when I know there's nothing I should say?
As I stand behind you, lost in all the things that I would do
Never really with you, quietly halfway in the room
Do you see behind you, do you see behind you?
Why don't I go tell me why do I stay when I know there's nothing I should want here?
Why don't I go tell me why do I stay when there's nothing you can see?
Why don't I go tell me why do I stay when I know there's nothing I should say?
Why don't I go tell me why do I stay when I know there's nothing for me here?
How I see you now is all wrong
With my hands full and it's all wrong
And I shouldn't have looked 'cause now I can't look away

[Chorus]

The days are coloured, the days are coloured
Painted by numbers with dirty little fingers
The trail and error, the trail and error
Put me away from this fleeting exterior

Will I leave her in the distance?
Out there hiding, where are you hiding?
As a monkey, dancing faster, eating traces of disaster

Will I wash my hands of me?
Point to yourself

The days are coloured....

It's been greasepaint in canisters
It's what I'm not that breaks me faster
Running away from the paper
The tallest tales are the letters

Will I wash my hands of me?
Point to yourself

If I bend my hands back enough
What can I pull out of my blood?
All the stories that my spirit run away from
Have they erased me?

Will I wash my hands of me?

The world is a ploy
The world is a ploy to train you and shame you
A leash of employ
The rake sweeps and servers, dry leaves are the weak
A breakthrough could break you the day that you see

Hanging by a thread to the miniature things
Our loved ones are leaning on something they can't see

If you want to take, if you want to give
When you find a meaning, you'll find it short-lived
The gifts and opportunities that come or go or stay
The buttons there for you to push are only in the way

Buttons so vivid, your soul could seem grey
The world all around you entices you to play
Come on! Come out!

You have a choice to make
The push button glows in wait....

The more you believe, the less that you think
The less that you think, the more that you speak
The more that you speak, the less that you see
The less that you see, the more you believe

The world is a ploy, the world is a ploy
A break-through will break you, a break-through will break you

The less they are thinking, the more they believe
My loved ones are leaning on something they can't see

Come on! Come out!

I'm going to start a fight, it's clinging to my eyes
I'd hoped to rely on something else
I'm sure it isn't right
I know someone should anchor me
But if you had heard the things I did
How anyone like that could live

I'm sorry you had to see this side of me

A mistake has fallen on my knuckles
Desperately, my wish is to main you
And no one should ever have to feel that way

Taking over the better half of the conscience
No control, no better way to resolve it
Can't see with the blood seeping
Red and rushed, frozen speech
Stinging scales of skin scraping
Scales and skin scraping
Can't think with the heart speeding
I'm ashamed this had to be

And no one can take your place
The last thing you see will be this side of me

Pushing, pushing, pushing, pushing
The world is a ploy