They will be there when you settle down when you find yourself alone. You'll find yourself alone. You're a fool to hold the rope, you restless soul. You'll find yourself alone. Though you should, you can't let go. Breathe for me, brother. Breathe for me, brother. Breathe! Why don't we look closer? Run for it! Spoon-feed me theoretic words with no diuretic necessary, gag-reflex commentary. This is so very important, you've got it all sorted out in boxes. Don't be cautious! Make me nauseous! Let it all out! When you shove this down my throat, I can't breathe. When you tell me these lies, I can't see. Do the dead even know that they're dead? Do the innocent burn? They will be there when you settle down. When you find yourself alone. You're a fool to hold the rope. Sleeping wolf, bring me the sun. Are we not ashamed? All of the dreams you had as a child, gone to waste. There must be a time: a moment of clarity. We are the Golden Age. I cannot stress how important every breath Is that you take in that fragile form of yours. Will you catch yourself wasting away? Wake up! Wake up and realize that one day you will die. And that day is coming! With a [?] on your back, move the Earth. Travel the Universe. Break the walls and tell all your secrets. And try to live in the now. We are living, breathing creatures. We are living! Breathing! Creatures!