The language of the frost lobs dead balloons over ruins today
In view of wan wordless crowds that chase waifs to spires with fiery plumes
And incite the firmament's portrait of a drowning in Styx that gives impotents kicks

Boredom murders the heart of our age while sanguinary creeps take the stage...
Boredom strangles the life from the printed page

Masking vapor trails from Mercury for a killer on Umbria
Who crippled birch mares now briars replace their old cotton limbs
Who will tell? I mean, would it make a difference?
Look, metal flower-petal tears do not even appear in the myopic mirror

Boredom murders the heart of our age while sanguinary creeps take the stage...
Boredom strangles the life from the printed page

The moon was sagging in the sky as I held her face to mine
All our thoughts were coming in so clear beyond the myopic mirror
We were darting from the place where we just couldn't fit
Far away from all the violence, safely flying in our own orbit

Why do I always have to tell you -- forget about the prescient signs, forget about the life we knew
May we never be stripped of anything we love, may we grow so gentle, never go mental
May we never go, go mental... may we always stay, stay gentle...
May we never go, go mental... may we always stay, stay gentle...
May we never go, go mental... may we always stay, stay gentle...
May we never go, go mental... may we always stay, stay gentle
Gentle
Gentle
Boredom murders the heart of our age while sanguinary creeps take the stage...
Boredom strangles the life from the printed page
What was my number? What was my number? I don't care!