This place is getting old, as you carry on There's bluntness on your throne, but you don't arm the sword It's heavy don't you know, so steady on I fall just to step in line on your time - it's all manifested You circle 'round my mind with what's left of mine This bubble's cold I've seen it all before and I saw this coming Your eyes undress his shirt and you're smiling hungry So the sun will rise slow to your wild soul I fall just to step in line on your time - it's all manifested You circle 'round my mind with what's left of mine This bubble's cold Holy racket for golden mattresses, with the coldest lines A stolen atlas to take it all away from here