And

in

the

end

I

will

show

you

that

this

life

is

o-

nly

mad-

ness

Can

we

fil-

ter

out

the

to-

xi-

ci-

ty

and

find

worth

in

the

sta-

tic?

We

build

and

build

We

for-

get

the

mo-

del

We

de-

sign

the

mad-

ness

and

we

paint

it

gold

Swarm-

ing

and

spi-

ral-

ing

burn-

ing

at

both

ends

A

blur

on

the

ho-

ri-

zon

We

fail

to

keep

site

o-

ver

and

o-

ver

a-

gain

O-

pen

your

palms

up

re-

sist

the

cu-

rrent

I

am

not

your

fa-

thers

son

Lost

in

the

sta-

tic

I

am

not

your

fa-

thers

son

Lost

in

the

sta-

tic

And

you'll

find

me

at

the

end

Come

dig

me

up,

wipe

the

earth

from

my

bones

I

am

not

your

fa-

thers

son

Lost

in

the

sta-

tic

I

am

not

your

fa-

thers

son

Lost

in

the

sta-

tic

And

you'll

find

me

at

the

end

Come

dig

me

up,

wipe

the

earth

from

my

bones

With

pres-

su-

re,

we

creak

and

we

be-

nd

Crim-

son

feet

tram-

ple

our

joints

We

splinter

and

break

We

suf-

fer

a-

gain

We

be-

come

a

path

o-

thers

use

to

take

A

dis-

tant

u-

nder-

tak-

ing

to

suf-

fer

the

same

I'll

stand

right

be-

si-

de

you

We

slog

side

by

side

Be-

come

a

path

o-

thers

u-

se

to

take

Lost

in

the

sta-

tic

Just

to

suf-

fer

the

sa-

me

Blegh

Come

dig

me

up,

wipe

the

earth

from

my

bones

Hold

me

up

and

join

me

on

the

ho-

ri-

zon

Kill

whats

left

of

the

in-

ner

glow

Giv-

ing

up

the

ghost

Grow-

ing

cold

We

ne-

ver

be-

gi-

n

We

ne-

ver

be-

gi-

n

Our

own

feet

tram-

ple

our

joints

We

burn

both

ends

A

blur

on

the

ho-

ri-

zon

We

be-

come

a

path

o-

thers

use

to

take

A

dis-

tant

un-

der-

ta-

king

to

suf-

fer

the

same

I'll

stand

right

be-

si-

de

you

We

slog

side

by

side

Lost

in

the

sta-

tic

We

build

and

build

we

for-

get

the

mo-

del

We

de-

sign

the

mad-

ness

and

paint

it

gold

I

am

not

your

fa-

thers

son

Lost

in

the

sta-

tic

I

am

not

your

fa-

thers

son

Lost

in

the

sta-

tic

And

you'll

find

me

at

the

end

Come

dig

me

up,

wipe

the

earth

from

my

bones

I

am

not

your

fa-

thers

son

Lost

in

the

sta-

tic

I

am

not

your

fa-

thers

son

Lost

in

the

sta-

tic

And

you'll

find

me

at

the

end

Come

dig

me

up,

wipe

the

earth

from

my

bones