The Long Search for Perfect Timing

There's a hole in his head
Where his life used to be
Another stain on the wall
Where there used to be impunity
With meaning
It's too easy
And we've seen this before
This tragedy porn

Let's go back
To sticks and stones
Get me a knife
This should be more fun
The guns
Aren't working
And we know, oh, how this ends

There's a hole in the ground
Where her life used to be
Another stain on the wall
But she's under the sea

Let's go back
To sticks and stones
Get me a knife
This should be more fun
The guns
Aren't working
And we know, another shitty ending

But we don't dare have this conversation
'Cause that would be dangerous
This isn't the time or place for that
Plenty of prayers to keep us fat
I'm fresh out of philosophy
I'm fresh out of conspiracy
The more I see, the less I feel
The more I dream
The more I dare dream
The more I dare dream
The bigger the pill

There's a hole
Where his life used to be
Another stain on the wall
Where there used to be impunity

Let's go back
To sticks and stones
The guns
Aren't working