All you
Bright ideas
Sitting pretty
In the snow
I wash you
Clean of conscience
How old bible
Stories grow
Out of nothing
Into nothing
Into your fears
Out of nothing
Into nothing
All your ideals
And all you
Best intentions
Sleeping soundly
At the wheel
It's not what
You were born for
But how you die that
Makes you real
If you are nothing
Out of nothing
A failing dream
If you are nothing
Out of nothing
Why lose some sleep?
All you
Sleeping children
Growing unseen
In the night
We're sowing
Your forgiveness
In the sheets we
Tuck so tight
We give you nothing
You get nothing
But guiding light
You get nothing
We leave you nothing
But flames to fight