By now... by now we've cut our teeth on concrete faced the bruising road he said "tonight I'll send you home." threads like us we're taut stretched we're d**hly long by fate we fray the ground howls the road folds the sand pulls as we scrape no cities hear us the ground lies ready: "I lie, I lie steady," the growing desert preaches, "I hit, I hit heavy-weighed with fate bye fate you'll fray." threads go on and on and on stretched along the roads we plague they go on.