A garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness on menI must rip out of the twines of the times that still bind mennSpend my whole life on tryingnTrying to compare to nothing therennMmm I know your voice through the noise of a million doves crashingnI hear the words as the wings and the metals are thrashingnnUp to the nightnReady to fightnFor their repairnnLost and found in a feeling that I can't explainnIt goes so deep that I wonder if it has a namenIt's fearless and obsessednAnd it's chasing me all the way aroundnRoundnnLunatic a little pick of damage and fiestonOh I've been a prize of the lies of the world from the getgonnBut you see past pretendingnAnd you see nothingnThat ever could scare younnLost and found in a feeling that I can't explainnIt goes so deep that I wonder if it has a name (name)nIt's fearless and obsessednAnd it's chasing me all the way aroundnRoundnnBillions and millionsnAnd thousands of red shiftsnYou call menAnd I'm so in shocknThat I hardly accept what this meansnnOoh I analyze us in vainnMe and all my explainingnOh I'll never fit in the box of the girl you call tamenTamennLost and found in a feeling that I can't explainnIt goes so deep that I wonder if it has a name (name)nIt's fearless and obsessednAnd it's chasing me all the way aroundnRoundnRound I go