The city's drowning in the vicious, cruel, maddening heat
My melting body's sinking into the streets
I repeat
The same routine to force myself to move my wavering feet
There comes a point when love becomes obsolete
And I believe that that is
Somewhere down the line
My tender heart has turned to lead
And even if I get to meet you one final time
I'd rather it be on your
Deathbed
I'm sorry officer, these days you often run out of chalk
I'll interlock my hand and eagerly walk
I'll make this molten body move
And keep my cravings buried deep and on lock
That's what I want, but an electrical shock
Runs through my body as I fall
I'm sorry little brother
I try so hard, but I just can't remember your name
I wonder at what point one man became another
Well in the end, though, I guess, to your withering brain
It's all the same
The pavement dissolves under the blinding summer sun
The city's slowing vaporizing
These iron bindings come undone
Oh, please remember dear mother
Was it samara 1921?
The memory of when the mountain of the 20th century pinned us down
Let us march to the beat
Drag your feet
The red's calling
Let go of your greed
Plant your seed
The water's flowing, flowing
My stomach turns and
I reach out to hold you one last time
My blood boiling,
This burning air taking shape
Around my throat
It's heavy arms are coiling, coiling
Somewhere down the line
My tender heart has turned to lead
And even if I get to meet you one final time
I'd rather it be on your
Deathbed
Oh, please remember dear mother
Was it samara 1921?
The memory of when the mountain of the 20th century pinned us down