radical face – The scarecrows are marching Lyric

My wisdom teeth still stab my cheek
And I'm always sucking aspirin,
The life I stole is full of holes
And my pants don't fit me right.

My dreams are old and faded
And my head feels thick and useless,
We're on the road to nowhere,
But we won't arrive tonight so let's go home.

The weather man's excited,
'cause Mother Nature is getting restless,
The telephone keeps screaming,
As I sit and count my scars.

The window is always open,
Beause the glass is always broken,
And the things we lost never looked so good,
As the day we knew they were gone.

Build it up,
Then watch it crumble.

Save the talk,
You're going down.

Take the fall,
There's nothing to it.

Sell the world
And coin the sound.

'cause I will be around,
When you awake.

The scarecrows are marching,
The fields are in flames.
There's nothing to eat,
But I can't complain.

The axes have fallen,
My strings have been cut,
My puppeteer's lonely,
But he's plum out of luck.

The roads are misshapen,
The signs are all boards,
I remember this room,
'cause I've been here before.

The floorboards are rotten,
The sink's full of rust,
And using my pinky,
I draw you in the dust.

The Winter has lost his touch,
And now his snow is made of plastic.

The kids are all in line,
But they will never get a turn.

The city is made of cardboard,
And it's foggy with pollution.

Let's sit down on the moon,
So we can watch this planet burn.

Cover us and we'll start sinking,
Nothing ever lasts for long,
I'm not dead, I just quit living,
I'm not sure if it's right or wrong.

But I will be around,
When you awake.