Crowded and drowning, the subtle ache surrounding every conversation grows day by day, how did it get so easy to buy? Easy to sell, easy to point the finger at c**ture that you'll never know, to pass the time and tolerate. So it's just part of the routine, but that doesn't make it right. Recorded and rated below the estimated target set for healthy growth, an oversight to let it get so easy to pass, easy to take, easy to laugh and turn away. Beat down the door and break the locks right off to escape. Raise a glass to conscience and take a drink with me. Here's one for tradition, here's one for the road. Dial in for devotion leave sedated and alone. Here's one for the last days of rational consent. So with banner raised and barrels aimed attack becomes defence. Bloated and choking ou your own thought provoking commentary and tired jokes, a stale retort, how could it get so painful to speak. Painful to build, painful to see the cracks in all the glories that we made from razor wire to iron gates. So try hard to find it, but still lose in the end. Here's one for tradition, here's one for the road, here's one for an old score, it's time to let it go I'm bllacking out the windows and singing just for you.