| Clara would be proud to know us | |
| We've taken it to the end | |
| Where the gray turns to black | |
| And where the white just begins- | |
| we live every day on the water | |
| The night just kills the pain | |
| From the suffering that was | |
| We are no stranger-we are dust- | |
| Down in the crown 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 rectory of sin | |
| Against the currents we all swim | |
| Cageless wonders of sometime when | |
| The paper lion's chase will end- |