Texty: Forward, Russia. Life Processes. We Are Grey Matter.

Call response (x3)
My mind's gone blank
I love this cage so I'm not gonna rattle

And I've spent my life with these four walls
The walls are heaven-sent
The nickel and mortar and the cracks in them
Have long since been removed
And through the foggy mist I'm sure I can
I can but recollect
I paid for each brick here

Let me make this fucking clear
I've got a limit attached to my leg
With all the time inside my head
The failure of the superego

Let me make things comfortable
But if you look inside my eyes
You'll see the swirling mist is blind
Another scrum with dimwits at the helm

And I still recall
With your help
A time when
We looked around
And we were not the only ones
To be excited
To be violent
To be free

Well let me make this loud now
I won't accept a pitied child
So quick to listen
With a metal pulse and phoney charming smile
And the critics at the sail
Would be an insult to what we have tried to create

We are the membranes and the foetal canals
You'll bleed for the surprise
We'll trap your worlds in a coffin of spite
We'll bleed your worlds dry

We are the membranes and the foetal canals
You'll bleed for the surprise
We'll trap your worlds in a coffin of spite
We'll bleed your worlds dry

And I've spent my life with these four walls
The walls are heaven-sent
The nickel and mortar and the cracks in them
Have long since been removed
And through the foggy mist I'm sure I can
I can but recollect
I paid for each brick here

And I've spent my life
With sound advice
In solitude
In black and white

We are the membranes and the foetal canals
You'll bleed for the surprise
We'll trap your worlds in a coffin of spite
We'll bleed your worlds dry