Clara would be proud to know us
  We've taken it to the end
  Where the grey tuens to black
  And the white just begins-
    We live everyday on the water
  The night just kills the pain
  From the suffering that was
  We are no stronger-we are dust-
    Down in the crowd we're down
  on our knees
  Wanna get out but
  don't wanna succeed
  We're the red-eyed legends
  of the night before
  We're the dead mind babies
  of the T.V. war-
    Living in a rectory of sin
  Against the currents we all swim
  Cageless wonders of sometime when
  The paper icon's chase will end-