These few weeks of rowing around these lakes 

Have moved faster than the breaks in between the smoke and the recoil routines 

But the harvest is on the minds of 

Lone farmers and the millions too many 



Open up the flues and let the ashes escape 

They've been breathing in smoke for too long and some have fallen asleep 

And forever is a lifetime, 

The pulse stays static and everyones got some found addiction to depend on 



We'll throw on our costumes and realign 

The chemical structure that keeps us in line 

Cause I've got this plan, that seeks a lot of time 

I've got this plan that seeks a lot of time 



So throw out your plans and put down your rusted hands, the day is on you 

Stop waiting to speak, you keep your allies close to hear what they might have seen 

Poor focus has blurred out the lines and the millions too many