Back in the cuts break-back cement 40 oz so minimal in our heads drown drone beggars where are you glory under the bitten sky we play back in the past we were born to suck so diligently be the concrete floor or this cougar-whore you can’t trust the dust that’s been given bring me close to love would you give me a reason to believe trapped by the world would you give me a reason to believe father said “you can find me on broadway” father told me “you can find me on broadway” so many ways to flip our heads up-side-down it’s a fellow eclipse of a bit fist we cry wolf under the hemorrhaging crown back in the past we were born to suck so diligently our lips are not to be closed under the shade of all your sniveling taking in all the wind of your jump-cliff and whisper ever so… bring me close to love would you give me a reason to believe trapped by the world would you give me a reason to believe father said “you can find me on broadway” father told me “you can find me on broadway” oh I crave that over-the-hill we pave here I am will you shun me now no the loved you’ve claimed was just a whisper here I am no shun me father said “you can find me on broadway” father told me “you can find me on broadway”