They're tired, they're very, very tired Eyes worn, screeching with each blink Their mouths have spoke complete Still the films tick and say that smoke Doesn't even touch them and leave It just washes past the sandpaper lightning That's filter disappears They are tired, their eyelids are swollen They cannot tell what's behind their body Leaving their body when they exhale Their lips are swollen, their lips speaks Well of reasonable hopes Swollen to the point of splitting They've stopped running their lips hours and days ago They are tired They're tired, they're very, very tired Eyes worn, screeching with each blink Their mouths have spoke complete Still the films tick and say that smoke Doesn't even touch as it goes in It just washes past the sandpaper lightning That's filter disappears They are tired, their eyelids are swollen They cannot tell us what's leaving, What's leaving their bodies Perhaps maybe they're leaving the corpse The corpse maybe is a victim of the course The corpse so haunted and sprained Is twisted in places It's not their first, it's not ours many days