We watch the shadows of our smoke
pass through these oxygen tanks
under stairs...you will find me
i guess you will find me
i guess we lost ourselves
down in that same old dump again who knows how it goes around the end
Cuz they've been feasting, on our feelings
The demon seeds been up for rent
they sat like wise men
citing proverbs...in an opium den
now we lay ourselves across the tracks and listen for the buzzing
little do you know...there is a tangible goal
We watch the shadows of our smoke
pass through these oxygen tanks
under stairs...you will find me
i guess you will find me
I guess that you will find me
so find me there...now under the stairs
i guess i guess again
I'm bound I'm beat and breathless
now under the stairs
I hope and pray...you'll find me someday
While most would search for a safe spot to hide in
we've been labeled as timeless tyrants
been given chemicals for our violence
but not for our defense
I found my body at h shift in the climate
we've been drenched in the waste of our mileage
shackled up and chained in line with
ones more worthy of arrests
i guess you wrote the messages i found
i think about them from time to time
pardon me i
guess you thought you had parley
1000 ways just to get respected
they've all been learned by leaving you breathless
despising a predictable plan while you colors leave me breathless
I guess that you will find me
so find me there...now under the stairs
i guess i guess again
I'm bound I'm beat and breathless
now under the stairs
I hope and pray...you'll find me someday....