Fake masquerade   Parading seedlings away   We counted down with lighters to the sky   Inhibit receptors play   Under the sink charades   Arson in the air, confetti in our eyes   A capsule full of clay   Meditate to wear it down      As red gaps fill the empty ward    For a life time of peasants    And crude intoxications    Paid for with lunch money    Incubations    Fake masquerade       Fake masquerade   Parading seedlings away   Worship suffer, hold your hands to the rail.    A capsule full of clay   Meditate to wear it down      Searching for meaning in tongues   Touching smoke rings to my lungs    Teach me, offer another chance to fail   Worship, suffer, hold your hands to the rail, to the rail