A#No.1 - Poison The Well

Waiting on and on

Dismount into another

No gashes on the road tonight

Nothing to complain about

Life is beautiful

When the sky

When the sky

It doesn’t resemble the pale

It doesn’t resemble the pale

Calling it eye contact

The population of this rock

Stretching legs, Stretching legs

In this familiar shell

Gaining years

Gaining years

Trying to convince the mob

With their glowing eyes

That the silhouettes in the window are running

With morals, and ideals!

Calling it eye contact

The population of this rock

Spit acid, spit acid from their lips

Into your eyes

What will we do?

Without a smile from conversations

That carry, that carry ambitions away

Don’t catch up to us

Even though we still have a long way to go, now

Don’t catch up to us

Even though we still have a long way to go, now!

Calling it eye contact

The population of this rock

Spit acid, spit acid from their lips

Into your eyes