Clara would be proud to know us

We've taken it to the end

Where the grey turns to black

And the white just begins-

We live everyday on the water

The night just kills the pain

From the suffering that was

We are no stronger-we are dust-

Down in the crowd we're down

on our knees

Wanna get out but

don't wanna succeed

We're the red-eyed legends

of the night before

We're the dead mind babies

of the T.V. war-

Living in a rectory of sin

Against the currents we all swim

Cageless wonders of sometime when

The paper icon's chase will end