With the synth and sound we might just believe that we could do    all the things in our minds with exacto knives and bings that will make you    write all the sounds, all men traded into worlds where we due to    love, and defined all the leaves that we can speak about   Well, you know it ain't right that the cinder blocks are taking up our    view for a while with the simple mathematics of our   lives and design. There's a head that pointed five degrees to the    right; do you know there will only be so many of our kind?      Give us some of the ghost notes   Give us some of the chosen, oh!   Give us some of the closing slots   Give us some of the falsest hope      We are lies and go right down through the suction on the great    eye and we climb; do you know the knee scrapes represent that we    thought of design? It comes in and rolls you out with thoughts of the    world not in line; do you think that they're imaginary    hearts? It was right to return to pieces of the circle   where we declined. I know military moments will believe    us; it's a sound, and a tick-tock to the world that tells you    how you arrive; do you think that we are momentary?      Give us some of the ghost notes   Give us some of the chosen, oh!   Give us some of the closing slots   Give us some of the falsest hope      This is where the like, the like rude choir comes in, alright? it goes like this, it's like:      'Cause we wanna love, wanna sift through the creation time by    night with your thoughts; you know, I am just a literary fox   with a song. They come in like shells and sink right through the    world and the rhyme. You know pieces of the poetry go    out for the cause; does it feel like somethings missing? Time to    concede for a while because all that's right is always; that's what's    wrong! In your mind are the churches right beneath the stairs of your    house and the time, it's the tick-tock going out and weary...