The Paper Trench

All of the high rollin' and the soft focused

Helps with the stock pillin' of your wooden self

Only in high rollin' and in soft focus

Do we ever ask "Is there not more than this?"

Holy Moses and holy cow

Leviticus roots are comin' out

It's the trench and cult and the culture

It breeds, only serves to feed one side and crush the rest

Those that siphon the greed from the air that we breathe

To line fat pockets with the residue

We suffer in silent mothball fury

Trees that have long since shed their rings

As if to rub out the ballpoint memory

Of a thousand sins

Holy Moses and holy cow

Leviticus roots are comin' out

and my sinewed fingers throw them away

Erase their sin, erase their sin

All of the high rollin' and the soft focused

Helps with the stock pillin' of your wooden self

Only in high rollin' and in soft focus

Do we ever ask "Is there not more than this?"

It's the trench and cult and the culture

It breeds, only serves to feed one side and crush the rest

Those that siphon the greed from the air that we breathe

To line fat pockets with the residue

We suffer in silent mothball fury

Trees that have long since shed their rings

As if to rub out the ballpoint memory

Of a thousand sins