At five and six
Even as a child you felt the terror of the infinite
Stencilling your diagrams of trilogies and pyramids on the face of the infinite
And sing about a poetess, hyacinth around her feet
That it will never come again is what makes our life so sweet
Do you agree or disagree?
There's a gap between what a man wants
And what a man will receive
The sun has set on me
There's a gap between what a man wants
And what a man believes

You saved the game
And escobar came from the grave
To warn you with a bloody hand to never try and make the band
Said like a blister under sole, the body will heal any hole
The body gradually transform and lose its features one by one
Until it is as beautiful as the wind before a storm
Do you agree or disagree?
There's a gap between what a man wants
And what a man will receive
The sun has set on me
There's a gap between what a man wants
And what a man believes

The sticks smash on the flatbed
Boys tour the town, victorious in war
The sticks smash on the flatbed
Boys on the ball