They're signing all of their checks, on the way down.
You know it's harder to breath with you on the floor.
We'll give you all of our bread, if you speak now.
We've got all of your words for the line-up.
When you're on the sands, you will dry up.
When you're all asleep, I will wake up.
Exhibit all of your thoughts on the floor.
When the words don't match, just invent more.
Lay the bricks on the scene then you clear out.
Strap the verbs to our feet, you will follow
Cutting circles above, patience pays out.
But when you're counting the change, who's on the back?
You can not beat the sands.
Circle overhead shining their lights.
Through towers big and tall, unoccupied.
Anticipate the kill of the line-up.
And when the bait's laid out, you will follow.