These few weeks of rowing around these lakes
Have moved faster than the breaks in between the smoke and the recoil routines
But the harvest is on the minds of
Lone farmers and the millions too many

Open up the flues and let the ashes escape
They've been breathing in smoke for too long and some have fallen asleep
And forever is a lifetime,
The pulse stays static and everyones got some found addiction to depend on

We'll throw on our costumes and realign
The chemical structure that keeps us in line
Cause I've got this plan, that seeks a lot of time
I've got this plan that seeks a lot of time

So throw out your plans and put down your rusted hands, the day is on you
Stop waiting to speak, you keep your allies close to hear what they might have seen
Poor focus has blurred out the lines and the millions too many