We move in inward-facing circles, singing inbred worm-out songs, 'til we lose all sight of context with our backs turned for so long. We scream untill our throats tear, my fingers in your ears as we stand opposed, our proud minds closed, and toast the wasted years. So why look down? Just dig your heels in. So why read through the books you'll burn? Yes, he who laughs last, laughs loudest, but he who laughs last, laugh alone. There's no lesson to be learned from, the consensus we all scom. No world outside the Packhorse, only sell-outs fools and p***s. Feels safe being controversial, removed ourselves so far , we're so caught up in who we're not we don't know who we are. So why look down? Just dig your heels in. So why read through the books you'll burn? Yes, he who laughs last, laughs loudest, but he who laughs last, laugh alone. God bless this ship, and all the stubbon mules who'll sink in it. The power and the glory, the slogans only bore me. With friends like these I feel like climbing off. We move in inward-facing circles, singing inbred worm-out songs, 'til we lose all sight of context with our backs turned for so long. It's all wrong.