Behind shaky worship heaves a bitter moon   Mother wit and street smarts bloom   Things fall apart the center cannot hold   Women on rockets and the men all follow      There might not a file but they're keeping tabs on you   Oil on water and the turd in the Louvre   Turncoats smile and then they grieve   They dig your grave shallow so you can breathe      Into thin air   Into thin air   Into thin air   Into thin air      The yellow sun will someday smolder red   Cords and cables, steel and concrete lie useless and dead   No worms and blood, bones and hair   A paste less shell powders into thin air      Into thin air   Into thin air   Into thin air