Golden Apes - The Scheme Of Things lyrics

I wash my face with sand, ignoring all the liquid truth I wash my face with lies for keeping promised things inside And when I watch the skies I try to spell out all their names, But the letters make me sick so like your last try... I wash my face with rocks, ignoring all the cutting truth I spread dirt among the ruins you left when you went back When you stand on the stone you'll feel how basically it is And when you die on the stone you'll feel that it was me... And so I try to be quiet, I try to let the pain be snow And so I try to be quiet, I try to reshape the scheme of things And so I try to be quiet, I try to let the pain be rain And so I try to be quiet, I try to reshape the scheme of things And so I try to be quiet, I try to let the pain be storm And so I try to be quiet, I try to reshape the scheme of things