Once conned into the underworld    A pulley lowering the birth of man    My savior now, the climbing,    the climbing was conned when fall began       What’s left of these leaves of failing wind    An inspiring hole of circle blue   Inaccuracy embodies potent law    Into a cotton mold of surrounding too       [chorus]   They said it    They said it    They said it for them      You read it    You read it    You read it for them      Enslaved to curves in eyes you lay    An opposing equalizing force    Pages read into labeling tools   Pen in hand remind due course       Restriction genes complete recourse   Elimination of instinct    Coattail drugs addiction flaw   Addict, no. New, extinct      [chorus]         No longer being through being   A fish from swords to ring   Hypocrisy through curves of ends   For you, I am listening (For you, I am listening)       Reproduction sane with mouths to fill   I’m doing it, I’m doing it   “Wrong” is the competing window sill   I’m being it, I’m being it      [chorus]         We died a painful death    From sixty moons of one   Wombs of men were climbing   Where the birthing has begun      [chorus]