Clara would be proud to know us   We've taken it to the end   Where the gray turns to black   And the white just begins      We live everyday on the water   The night just kills the pain   From the suffering that was   We are no stronger, we are dust      Down in the crowd   We're down on our knees   Wanna get out but   Don't wanna succeed      We're the red-eyed legends   Of the night before   We're the dead mind babies   Of the TV war      Living in a rectory of sin   Against the currents we all swim   Cageless wonders of sometime when   The paper icon's chase will end