We Outlast Them All

Those are the days being lost in a phase

Not unfair to assume

And I was a mime in a place and a time

Somewhat ancient

Titus, Shit Midas

Strident Wet Nurse

And we outlast them all

Every keepsake every law

With a schoolgirl's voice a career for the curtains

And lies and thought

And we accept them all

Every gift wrapped large or small

From the coattail smoulder they eat at the hearts

We were born to call

I play the apeshit game

And we outlast them all

To the riot's final call

With the house bands playlist

Crushed in a tight fist and thrown out the room

And you rise in the clutch

And you tossed away your clutch

For the onion balls of the golden boys

You could never touch

But we refuse to fall

Standing vehement thick or scarred

Knocking holiday gifts against the bricks

Of the grey [?]

And we lost in the sun

Have nowhere else to run

Seem to occupy

The crawlspace of the pantheon

To procrastinate the faith

The everlasting big kick

To procrastinate the faith

The everlasting big kick

To procrastinate the faith

The everlasting big kick

To procrastinate the faith

The everlasting big kick