The Road - The Shacks, Listener

This is how it’s going to be

Striking while the iron’s still warm

While you’re not afraid to die

Shielded with science from fear of certain death

Spending more on killing than anything else

Propped up

Walls on the backs of our neighbors

Giving half your life for land no one can ever really own

Asking yourself how did I get here again?

Bow down or you’ll be singled out

Face and palms up where we can see ‘em

On your backs until the tires give out

The hole we’ve built inside is a gift

Never tired again

Do you buy it?

What kind of life is this?

Don’t let go of the desk in front of you

The house that can never really be yours

Surrounded by armor bought with priceless time

To keep the calm inside

Broken jar, damaged people

Nothing to say?

Biting your tongue

Asking yourself how did I get here again?

Bow down or you’ll be singled out

Face and palms up where we can see ‘em

On your backs until the tires give out

The hole we build inside is a gift

In my dumb mind I don’t recognize myself

Do you remember me?

Drawing circles around my memories

Setting traps for them

Setting myself up

Making a cocoon

Breathing

Filling it with medicine

Being empty

It’s just as big as being filled

I think this is a stop sign

It’s hard to tell

The heart in my head is aching

From colliding head on

And I have a smokey mind

Selling myself on caution

First with the color

Then the good feeling

I had a daydream

I have them every day

And in most every way my future lives inside

So I try and pay attention

Because I know it comes from somewhere

Even if I can’t remember

Even it it goes to nowhere

Death rattles on without me

Or maybe that’s my lungs

Or the sound of my heart collapsing

Help.

I am alive