Is there scandal on these airwavesnThere's ice on your teethnThere's water on the streets nIt's not enough to keep me strongnIt's not enough to keep me strongnnOur side is a fucking wasteland n(His tongue touches the roof of my mouth)nBut your side is just a malln(Stethoscopes tap to the vertigo)nAnd in-between it's a fucking movien(In the open sky he feels like a mouse) nAnd the joke is on us alln(Polaroid bouquets on the blue alter)nnI'm sick of my weightn(This room just keeps spinning he can't ignore)nAgainst this chair nA spinning room that he just can't ignoren(Faces painted in a golden tint)n(Faces painted in a golden tint)nnAnd when the smoke clearsnFall back upon themnAnd in the wall's gearsnThere will be a conceptnAnd if the shadows nDon't stop the service nAnd then we all knownnWhite coals in my head nNailed to the walls of the blue alternWhite coals in my head nNailed to the walls of the blue alternWhite coals in my head nNailed to the walls of the blue alternWhite coalsnnIs there scandal on these airwavesnThere's ice on your teethnThere's water on the streets