Clara would be proud to know us We've taken it to the end Where the gray turns 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 TV 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