They'll die alone on private thrones built of grand delusion. The half trained spies of the new electric eye, looming paranoia. As we grow, the circle tightens, eventually strangling us. The bitterness of the pills still on our tongues. Everyone's out to get you. When mountains of self doubt, obscure the horizon it's best to look away. Every year the collapse is drawing near, everyone is searching for something to see so just sit there bleeding, we'll agree to disagree.