Weave And Unravel

Here I am, still intact
And I should give myself credit for that
But I have cast a stone deep into my throat
Squatting on land, my feet won't reach
The smell of blood and bile and bleach
I need a square foot and a rope

We can weave, we can unravel
We keep on sleeping right through our travel
We can weave, we can unravel
Take our confusion to a much higher level

Spit it up and hand it over
To yet another guild of squalor
Pallid, wheezing, lost all her color
Her dark circles getting darker
He crossed her palm, but nothing seems
To wake her from her shitty dreams
And she's become one more helpless package of doom

The city is especially vindictive tonight
The hitchhiker looks like he's leaving home to murder his wife
Well, it's a proven fact you can't respond to every call for help today
So there she stays, poor little girl

No folks, there's no device
No box of gods to descend
And take this tragedy
Tie up all the loose ends

We can weave, we can unravel
Take our confusion to a much higher level
We can weave, we can unravel
We keep on sleeping right through our travel