I'll give you this confession
I am taking you with me, where we can contemplate our chemistry

And your eyes were lined with questions
With the blood rushing to waste to take this feeling with us to our graves
To our graves


I get the feeling we're so misdirected
I get the feeling we have lost control
Til then I'll turn you to the new religion
We're dropping out into the so unknown
So unknown, yeah.

And we won't wake up on Sunday
So I'm building us a church
Where we can sleep in
With the gods at work

And our friends will write us letters
They'll never understand why we don't call
We're hiding out until the empire falls

Let it fall...