作曲 : Bradford Cox
 I was in the pine scented photograph,
 laying on the cold ground.
 And the boundary was spreading like disease.
 Like disease.
 And there were no boundaries left to cross
 Only the space imagined from due discourse.
 I was in the boundary
 Abducted by border guards in the back country roads.
 Back country roads.
 Back.
 And there were no
 No atmospheric devices.
 There were no... bombed out
 And the basement was so moldy and wet.
 Mildew spread like spiderwebs on these back back back country roads.