And as your body drifted in I sat and told you everything about how I climbed on everything that they used to tear us on down. All of the air we breathed just helped me choke a little more down. Now this is where we are, the sky is spinning around and we'll grind our teeth from the sound. We'll watch the spectators drown while I dig through the bones of all this and find all the things our heads missed and strap them across my scraped fists like using a crane to scratch an itch. One that never goes away. And all of the world will drink as the clouds come pouring on down.
But we'll dream of distant things while they strap our legs to ground.

Because this is where we are.   



- Electric President