I can't cry I can't apply a word to sum it up

Under stress I can't repress the moment it erupts

Hear the sound of paper drums and shredded paper voice

Got to turn up keep hanging on as if I had a choice

Prairie fires and pitchfork choirs inspire as they create

Turn it up it's too far down until we can relate

Minnesota new day rising first day in the store

Take the couch at someone's house wait around to score

Nervous children making millions

You owe it all to them

Power trios with big ass deals

You opened for it then

I can see I can see

I can see it all with my one good eye

For a start take two grant harts

Call me when you die

When you die

When you die

When you die