I've begun living
But this way it's not forgiving
Just in our nature
To turn from our neighbor
Follow the trade of the maker
Humble rumblings of the creator
Genuflect on rugs of ancient furs
A pity to see how your days have gone
Shaking and non-confrontational
Couldn't leave well enough alone
The lights start dimming
And hair's begun thinning
Trust in your brothers
To love one another
Hollow is the trade of the faker
Marrow and the pain of blood in vain, oh
Colorblind watch it run river-wise
The skull sitting center in a pool of rites
Deep in sleep demerol dream it all
Turn off the fountain stall
I've begun living
But this way it's not forgiving
Just in our nature
To turn from our neighbor
Follow the trade of the maker