You got an albatross around your neck, around your neck You got a hundred broken lightbulbs above your head They said that you had it coming but I wouldn't bet Cause you got a slowly ticking time bomb, and then you see red Some blood, some blood You got an albatross around your neck, around your neck You got a pile of broken wishbones under your bed And you got a hungry green-eyed monster that you keep fed And it keeps on coming over, it wants you dead Some blood, some blood Oh, you burnt the lungs that your ancestors created You sat by the banks of the river and you waited Till time rolled back and the water had abated You drank, you share but you still could not be sated Quicksands of the mind and the sinkholes you may find When you look through the twisting of the vines The twisting of the vines Time comes round again, it's etching at your bones Chill wind comes round, it's blowing through your home Quicksands of the mind and the sinkholes you may find When you look through the twisting of the vines You burnt the lungs that your ancestors created You sat by the banks of the river and you waited Till time rolled back and the water had abated You drank, you share but you still could not be sated You said you're scared of the clocks that keep ticking over I'll find a way through a life that we're living over Again and again through a life that we're living over, again and again A life that we're living over Again and again, again and again and again Again and again, again and again and again