I Was Born in a Marathon
[Instrumental]
On days where the [?]
Makes drone attacks to worlds away
I drink some wine... and feel mostly okay
But even if it's not my fault
I can't quite shake the small dark thought
That I... made this worse place
I was born in a marathon
Now I'm lost at sea
They were standing on shaky ground
Now they're off the street
I could see the faces made
It's not for me
Spittled corners and motormouthed
With the ground and teeth
I was born in a marathon
Well, look at me
They were shaky but holding on
Now they got it beat
I could see in the faces made
They're really clean
[?] trying to choke 'em out
Now they float in breeze