We've thrown our stones We've named our targets, slung our arrows With corpse and bones Laid firm foundation for tomorrows All we've risen above And sadly of our position Seems all's correct Except that stench of decomposition We bend the minds Like fists wrapped tightly Round conclusions Accommodate the past Just to keep add in our confusion Rolling as decay starts to waft of dangerous history With thought and flame We decompose as much as necessary And when you realize no matter how hard it can rain This damn world just ain't going to come clean Cause we've used up our future and lied to our past And the present ain't looking so clean I hate to say it lord but We've thrown our stones We've named our targets, slung our arrows With corpse and bones Laid firm foundation for tomorrows All we've risen above And sadly of our position Seems all's correct Except that stench of decomposition