Sin first through the madness, Glass and Ash. Rooftop  perched staggering captains over the backyard captive.  and it's not what's so attractive is in the madness  and sin. it's in waiting for the kids to ignite so we  can see what happens watch the place divide into  private bathrooms, arising wide -eyed scissored  straws, looking surprised. we can watch the commerce  rise across the cobblestone, selling everything from  getting stoned to being less alone. and if you want to  be left alone endanger gutters on your own. what's the  use of those solitary's rooftop blues when there's  smoke to stain your fingers? chasing rafters, raining  sulfur and English on every pretty face in the room.  oh the gravity of the spinning ground slows the  growing legend in this house surrounds the night,  closing in like a crowd in gossip, traffic and sound  oh the soul of this dying town, it's come alive when  you come around in every muscle twitch that shakes the  dust right off your skin. every backseats niche. the  younger kid that run to tell their friends all the  things our private roof can bring. much of madness,  much of sin.