Sangtekst: Young Livers. Paper Lions.

Listless and observing. Flicker and await. Is this all that soothes them? Watch in scorn. What's in these words, exchanged without comprehension? It's settled in the unsettling. Disregard of compassion. The ways they fall and they stumble. Hesitate and thrive in few. Derived in the egocentric. Ostracized by self. They ways we sway and we retract. Wallow in all that's destitute. Thieving, crawling and tearing. To what expense or end? What reckless accord? Countless steps between ideological views. These may be the last breaths between us