the air is thick   the air is wasted   the lamb lies down for our entertainment   some mother's son   crashed at the pavement   his little eyes gone   we're one in the same man   now you know you never waste it   now you know you're wasted      I hear your voice, there's no emotion   did something die   you're not even responsive   when we were young we'd bottle water   collect reptile bones, commence the slaughter   now you know you never waste it   now you know you're wasted      all your dreams thrown in the trash   you were born into war   you were taught not to ask   for every single possibility   moving shadows in the dark   deciding fates over cocktail lunch   every single possibility      we better bust them out   you better bust them out   heart attacks won't get us down   our rifle butts pressed in the ground   our brains are lost, our skulls are found   we're kicking up the dust above them