Cut the bonds with the moonnAnd let the dogs gathernBurn the gauze in the spoonnAnd suck the poison upnAnd bleednnShut the door to the moonnAnd let the birds gathernPlay no more with the foolnAnd let the souls wandernAnd bleednFrom the soulnnA slow hurt, and it breaks usnAnd so down, down, down, down and so plainnSo downnWhen you play some more it seems sonAnd my friends are past this game, of breakdownsnAnd our friends that are lost at sea, throw downnAnd I'll break the wasted spacenSlow down, slow downnIf you don't slow down, slow downnIf you don't slow down, slownnCut the bonds with the moonnAnd watch the dogs gather