After the Spread Lyrics

Eleven hours we lay in wait for what

Would ultimately lure us out

The smell of cigarettes, nothing more than ash

Will my addiction never pass?

Pandemonium raging in my soul

No way to tell that this was America

Where does the love of life go?

It's written in the sand that someday we'll be back

But the tides are driven now by satellite

A force of nature spits its language in our ears

"It's a waste of time to fool around here"

The rise ephemeral when you measure out the long decline

Oh the things of the human mind in desperate times

We take to the underground now

Now

With traces of echoes handed down

Now

Now

Now