(Primer) - Mad at Gravity

Just move along There's nothing to see here Just flashing lights that simmer In pools that catch their crimson As the spectacle unfolds On tiptoes bells and whi

Yesterday's Cathedrals Bleed to the malls of today Each prick with A needle Carries the sacred away The structure That feeds us Now comes with a concession tray

I get lost behind the plot And I'm skinny with regret And I barely breathe enough And I'm swimming in the thoughts That I haven't got to yet And I crane to rise

You cannot hide Your pedigree Don't call me cynical I can't provide A guarantee Don't call me cynical Time and time again I'm finding a better defense The crime