the air is thicknthe air is wastednthe lamb lies down for our entertainmentnsome mother's sonncrashed at the pavementnhis little eyes gonenwe're one in the same mannnow you know you never waste itnnow you know you're wastednnI hear your voice, there's no emotionndid something dienyou're not even responsivenwhen we were young we'd bottle waterncollect reptile bones, commence the slaughternnow you know you never waste itnnow you know you're wastednnall your dreams thrown in the trashnyou were born into warnyou were taught not to asknfor every single possibilitynmoving shadows in the darkndeciding fates over cocktail lunchnevery single possibilitynnwe better bust them outnyou better bust them outnheart attacks won't get us downnour rifle butts pressed in the groundnour brains are lost, our skulls are foundnwe're kicking up the dust above themn