Well you stopped floundering in the summer of 2006 You stamped the wet cement of time and stopped to watch it sit But there's a mindless repetition filling you with rage And there's a seedy character, he's always crashing stage Asphyxiated bombs or clocks, stuffed full of hollow time You can sway with tides or currents, but you'll only find There's a pariah pressing in, a pugilist by trade He'll square away for atavistic archetypes and saints ♪ And while we walk with imitation Cleopatra fakes Our heavy insecurity will burden and will break 'Cause there's a cheering cavalcade, a chorus that will swell And it will shatter scintillating things they try to sell