All shapes and colours. Rolled and stained in aging hands. Sculpted explosions. Histories unfold. Our Jackson Pollocked earth turns. A silent witness.
You got a quick snap-lock on your cold, cold heart. You got your Y.S.L. kicks and a red birthmark. In the shape of Canada. That you try to keep a secret.
Something inside you. Breaks a little bit when you turn away and in. Down beneath the pieces. You say you don't feel a thing. . It's atrophy in motion.
Take my shoulder back now. Your head's too heavy for me. Please don't come around here no more. 'cause I asked you to stop. And you wouldn't. . [Chorus].