Verse:
Dream of escape
When you’re awake it’s easier to take how you’re close to the breakdown
Chase sound round to that dark alleyway
Light buzzing wish it wasn’t
Just another block away the stain is splattered on the gravel
It captures the attachment to the tip of the spear
Subliminal fear ‘ littered in the closet ain’t been open for years
Better hope the combination isn’t whispered to a criminal ear
Set to appear in visions on the 15th
Gather old acquaintances ‘ Hold their hands ‘ Grit your teeth
Slip beneath your blanket ‘ Try and get some sleep
Kiss the cheek of every cold epiphany now
Plant a seed up in the ground ‘ Watch it bleed or let it drown
Pick it up until it meets the fallen idols
Came down from artificial rain clouds
No one saw ‘em coming
Really was a shame how that little seed of mistrust
grew up into a flower and devoured every piece of your it loved
before the hour turned to month
Month became the withered face of something that stayed to chase the loneliness away
Say what you say about the smile painted on the face of the clown
The joke is still stuck up his throat somehow
Won’t go down ‘ up is where it came from
None of us are stubborn enough to feel the same buzz
Lit his last smoke ‘ pocket full of gasoline
Said his last prayer aware that it was blasphemy
After me ‘ the planet’s gonna atrophy
Catch disease ‘ you’re lucky if you last a week
Joke you’re funny but nobody loves a bitter thief
with jagged little teeth violating all of my relief
The rest of me is left wondering what the thunder sees inside the storm
Our normal way home is scattered with tornadoes and rusted out payphones
and I’ll ignore those warning signs with you

Chorus:
16 landmines ‘ 17 pairs of feet
Don’t nobody move ‘less you think you’re gonna grow some wings

Verse:
The only way we’re gonna survive
is hiding behind the cloud cover up
and the sky’s painting silhouettes of guys diving
Floor 41
Started as a way to have fun ‘ So jump
Forget about the rip chord
It’s tucked under the rug with the skeletons and floorboards
and four score and six years from now
it’ll still be the same but somehow you gotta rise around it
like you’re sick of the pounding
Like you’re sick of yells but it’s worse because you’re sick of silence
So jump
And if you fly you’re a part of the problem
How could you solve it with wings on your back
when you cut ‘em they grow back
when you cut ‘em they grow back

Chorus:
16 landmines ‘ 17 pairs of feet
Don’t nobody move ‘less you think you’re gonna grow some wings

[you’re gonna grow some wings]