There, the restless shades begin climbing. All they ever seem to know is that they got so damn close. There, the restless shades begin climbing. All they ever seem to know is that they got so damn close. What they were in life is lost. There are barriers which can't be crossed; tempest tossed, they find themselves upon strange shores again. Still the throng will carry on, oft repeating the refrain: "So damn close." (So damn close!) So damn close. There, the restless shades begin climbing. All they ever seem to know is that they got so damn close. There, the restless shades begin climbing. All they ever seem to know is that they got so damn close. So damn close. So damn close. So damn close. (So damn close!) So damn close. (So damn close!) So damn close. So damn close. So damn close. (So damn close!) So damn close. (So damn close!) What they are in death is naught. No more dragons left which can be fought. Without a thought, they break themselves against the peaks again. Ever ending all the same, oft repeating the refrain: "So damn close." (So damn close!) So damn close. There, the restless shades begin climbing. All they ever seem to know is that they got so damn close. There, the restless shades begin climbing. All they ever seem to know is that they got so damn close. So close. So close. So close. So close. So close. So close. So close. So close.

Thinking fires will keep the darkness at bay, while in the warmth of sanctioned shadow-plays. “Once a fire is lit, it surely will stay,” says the unwise man, who can't see past today. What they do to them is what they will do, when they get around to you. What they do to them is what they will do, when they come to turn the screws. What they do to them is what they will do. Past will play again anew. What they do to them is what they will do, when they come to turn the screws on you. That's for the other guy. That's just for them. Just 'cause something goes around, don't mean it will come around again. Then a burning seed set on the wind, catches his eye just in time for it to begin. What they do to them is what they will do, when they get around to you. What they do to them is what they will do, when they come to turn the screws. What they do to them is what they will do. Past will play again anew. What they do to them is what they will do, when they come to turn the screws on you. What they do to them is what they will do, when they get around to you. What they do to them is what they will do, when they come to turn the screws. It's a great big club, but you ain't in it. If you were me, then you would be a cynic; and you'd be right and grow enlightened by the minute. Emissaries of internal hells, listen well as they tell on themselves, where every hate, very well, may be an admission. When they're talking 'bout the 'other', who do you think that includes? Do you choose to take the word of those so clearly unfettered by truth? Common-cross solidarity lost like no one has a clue. What they do to the 'other's' what they intend to do, when they get around to me, and them, and then to you.

Skepticism is a virtue of note, and you don't know what you don't know. Bad faith bloodsucking wraiths, running the state, wanna kick you down the road, or maybe out on the streets; then, tell us all to compete for less and less, as they're keeping the rest for themselves, and the guys who pay them the bribes to build up the walls and never let them fall. A merchant of spin's sales pitch begins before us all. Just buy the lies, we're piping through all the screens. Just buy the lies, churned out by the machine. Just buy the lies, contrived by authority. Just buy the lies, designed to keep you on your knees. I'm gonna answer something that you didn't ask. Just buy the lies. Don't recognize the old routine. Just buy the lies. Acting blind to the foreseen. Just buy the lies. Pantomiming like we grieve. Just buy the lies. Threadbare in their disguise. My lie has an alibi. Just buy the lies. Just buy the lies. Just buy the lies. Just buy into the lies. Just buy the lies we're selling. (Just buy the lies.) Just buy the lies we're selling. Just buy the lies we're selling. (Just buy the lies.) Just buy into the lies. Just buy the lies, you can't see to believe. Just buy the lies. You just need to trust in me. Just buy the lies. There ain't nothing you can glean. Just buy the lies, and we can hold back this sea. You can't trust your own eyes. Just buy the lies. Just buy the lies. Just buy the lies. Just buy into the lies. Just buy the lies we're selling. (Just buy the lies.) Just buy the lies we're selling. Just buy the lies we're selling. (Just buy the lies.) Just buy into the lies. Mass psychosis, neurosis, pulsed to the back of your mind. In small doses the frayed tapestry starts to unwind. Just buy the lies. Just buy the lies. Just buy the lies. Just buy into the lies. Just buy the lies we're selling. Just buy the lies we're selling. Just buy the lies we're selling. Just buy into the lies.