Here in this severance we're calmly incomplete
We've always tried so hard to keep emotion from our 
sleeves
No small change in a paper cup no hint of deity to 
promise Eden
Who'll shout our names in marble halls for everyone to 
hear?
While hollow masses plot the course of grace so 
insincere
Seems everyday they print the names of those who tried 
to make a change
Who's next in line to try?
The deaf fall back to making claims to immortality
By congregating, playing games designed to drag your 
days away
Is there anyone real, is there anyone real who feels 
right to be here?
In this concrete lie
While the sea is so cold
We leave the toys on the shelf
Try to kiss through the snow
And as the callous grow, the mild remain in here alone
If the cuts should fall from the air would the lines 
still hang somehow?
Could the walls regain in pride after all has dared to 
transpire?
Here in this severance were calmly incomplete
While the sea is so cold
We leave the toys on the shelf
Try to kiss through the snow
And as the callous grow
They bow down in droves
To the loudest throne
And we hide as the uniformed clone