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released October 21, 2014

All songs written by Owel Five & Corboe

Produced, Mixed & Recorded by Corboe at Golden&Silver

Additional production & arrangement by Owel Five

All guitar by Ian Strasbourg

Additional guitar on Light Therapy & The Filth by Paul Saulnier of PS I Love You (Paper Bag Records)
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Additional vocals on Baby, The Stars Shine Bright, Chateau de Versailles, CyberPunkRockRap & Tower of Waves by Kira May
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Additional vocals on Fireworks Over The Fever, The Ballad of Valeska Suratt & Tower of Waves by Tovah Fine
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Additional raps on Goblin Shark Kids by KWES
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Additional production on The Ballad of Valeska Suratt by James Hancock
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Mastered by Chris Sampson

Artwork by Chris Macdonald
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Self Released: 2014

In Loving Memory of
Sharon Dooley, Jay McGinn, Nigel Prust & Lisa Lawrenson

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Track Name: Oblivia
(Owel Five)

I be on that Spoonie G, Schoolly D, Spyder D & Diamond D.
Mikey D, Michie Mee, Ice Cream Tee & Lisa Lee.
Sha Rock, Heather B, Heavy D & Ed OG.
Steady B, Cool C, Ced G, The Mic Masters & Freddy B.
EPMD & Chill Rob G.
Send RIP out to Paul C.
This Loony Tune is just like Raw Breed.
Half Lovebug Starski. Half Sean P.
We're just like Grand Master Flash,
King Sun,Big Pun, Grand Master Caz.
We're like AK & Kevie Kev.
Kool G Rap and Special Ed.

(Chorus x 2)

Don't stop!
Check it out, y'all
Ya don't stop!
Check it out!
Don't stop!
Check it out, y'all
Ya don't stop!
Ch-Ch-Check it out!

(Corboe)

I don't make beats I produce tracks
futuristic sounds of "boom-bap".
Styles like,who dat? Jeff can do dat! Blow up the spot. Don't step. Don't do dat.
We got glitch hop and bass drops.
Over the top drum breaks that take off.
They melt your face off
When they hit like 'OHH GOD'
This hard knock life is down and out.
In the second round it lost the bout.
When it got back up it was so confused
and word of mouth it spread the news,
like hocus-pocus Scooby-Doo!
Medicine man. no Moulin Rouge.
When lightening strikes twice next to you
the inevitable end is over due.

(Chorus)

Don't stop!
Check it out, y'all
Ya don't stop!
Check it out!
Don't stop!
Check it out, y'all
Ya don't stop!
Ch-Ch-Check it out!

(Ending)

Listen to the hi-hat,
kick, snare and sample.
Listen to the hi-hat,
kick, snare and sample.
Listen to the hi-hat,
kick, snare and sample.
Beats like these?
Sucka, I'll trample!

Listen!
Don't stop!
Ch-ch-check it out!
Track Name: Light Therapy
(Owel Five)

The taste of blood! Ugh! Metal and rust!
I only tried to bite the bullet so you'll tell me what up.
You want to jump my bones and dance on my grave
after carving on my marker "The Vanguard of Pain"?
Wait...calm it down and leave me alone.
Cause when the wind blows,sounding like Nina Simone,
You sing along to the city streets,
Free of the soul.
Into the rabbit hole. Going down. Deeper we go.
To get low. Deeper than a submarine.
Skipped a beat. A finger didn't hit a drum machine.
Swift defeat. The dude's lost in the boondocks.
Full moon rock. Gloom-Hop for your boombox.
Tube socks hiked up tight black nylons.
She writes "love". Pink spray paint Krylon.
Two white doves part ways and fly on.
Cry on this. Reminisce when I'm gone.

(Chrorus)

Gloom,
You want to get next to me
but you know that it's not in the recipe.
Gloom,
You slaughter the best of me.
Slow death. You're the daughter of empathy.
Gloom,
You want to get next to me
But you know that it's not in the recipe.
Gloom,
You slaughter the best of me.
You left. You're not where you're meant to be.

(Corboe)

You know that this is just the eye of the storm.
The part that can't carry on. No clouds in the sky last that long.
The thunders gone. Boom! Where's the gloom? It won't do you no harm.
Another dog day afternoon that's overdue. The bank has been robbed.
Ramble on like the traveling men do.
Full steam ahead. No time to cancel.
In the deep end, this handsome devil,
Got knocked off his cloud looking all disheveled.
Drop them pebbles. No Hansel & Gretel.
No running to the fairy tail story, little rebel.
Let it settle in. Begin.
To feel devoid and then do it again.

(Chrorus)

Gloom,
You want to get next to me
but you know that it's not in the recipe.
Gloom,
You slaughter the best of me.
Slow death. You're the daughter of empathy.
Gloom,
You want to get next to me
But you know that it's not in the recipe.
Gloom,
You slaughter the best of me.
You left. You're not where you're meant to be.

(Owel Five)

Gloom has discovered defeat,
But still we hum our own tune over some other beat.

The flashing bulb is deceiving.
Track Name: Baby, The Stars Shine Bright
(Owel Five)

We only get along when we're high.
We leave our grief below.
The warmth of your skin provides
what I really needed most.
I think that it's a waste of time,
cause we've been right here before.
You never ever say goodbye.
You fade away and turn into these songs

(Chorus)

And I hope you've heard them all.
LOVE EXPOSURE!
And I hope you've heard them all.
WAS IT OVER!?
If you cry you could turn them off
LOVE EXPOSURE!
and I can't. That's why it's hard.
WAS IT OVER!?

It's hard.
It's hard.
It's hard.

(Owel Five)

I think, "my, my. Can we kiss each other
while you and I lie betwixt the covers?
Let time fly by and just skip the slumber?"
Then bump I Cry by Egyptian Lover....

(Corboe)

Just listen to him. Respect the rule.
Abide by everyone's schedule.
Like that's the joint and this is the groove,
So clap your hands and sing the tune.

(Chorus)

And I hope you've heard them all.
LOVE EXPOSURE!
And I hope you've heard them all.
WAS IT OVER!?
If you cry you could turn them off
LOVE EXPOSURE!
and I can't. That's why it's hard.
WAS IT OVER!?

(Owel Five)

Whenever you leave me,
I never conceive that it's only for now.
I fall into pieces.
For hours it seems like I'm down for the count.
I wish when you'd leave me,
You'd say it and leave.
No more dicking around.
Exposing the secret.
Was it such a relief it didn't spread through the town?

Love Exposure!
Was it over?
Love Exposure!
Was it over?
Love Exposure!
Was it over?
Love Exposure!
Was it over?
Track Name: Château de Versailles
(Corboe)

Who really kills birds with stones? Two at that, as a matter a fact, no!
Shoot a sling shot at stars before.
The beauty of flight it has to go
up up and away and way more.
Not down down to the ground on Lakeshore.
Like a kid could dream and then sore.
Look around now we're all lost chasing a score.
Self absorb the noise is weighing down all the children.
I got a sneaking suspicion they're all grown up. what's the difference?
The clothes, the hair, the mood, the stare, the way they look when there girls not there.
Their heart that beats right on there sleeve.
That split second when it disappears


(Chorus)

When the bird's fly.
Hover over Versailles,
Look and behold.
Well, on the soft ground
a frightened little fox scurries back in his hole.

Somewhere in the fox hole
is a place the fox won't
fear.
Somewhere in the fox hole.
Somewhere in the fox hole.

(Owel Five)

Who really kills birds with stones?
Crows that like to sing murder songs.
Who can change when the world is cold?
Feels the same with the furnace on.
Move away to the country side
and can't explain cause our tongues were tied.
Find a place we could spend the night.
Eyes to space when we slept outside.
Testify. Do what ever you like.
I don't care what that happens to be,
cause there's only once chance given between the two worlds,
So it doesn't really matter to me.
Heck, we could slow it down. Do it better.
Stop. Be a part for a week.
Then I see you and we throw some pounds through Coogi sweaters.
Then we start from the pause and repeat.

(Chorus)

When the bird's fly.
Hover over Versailles,
Look and behold.
Well, on the soft ground
a frightened little fox scurries back in his hole.

Somewhere in the fox hole
is a place the fox won't
fear.
Somewhere in the fox hole.
Somewhere in the fox hole.
Track Name: Fireworks Over The Roxy
(Corboe)

Rewind it back for a second.
Retracing your steps to the entrance,
like it's a big deal. No question,
It's all about you, I'm guessing.
The lessons learned you're the only one that really gives a shit.
Trying to save the planet from the people who still live in it.
You're building a dozen ships!
Stuck dreaming up another solution, like "win win win! Let the battle begin.
The story can't stop here there's no way it could end.
If monsters are men, carry on. Try again.
You can move on up to the stars, my friend.
While the consequence extends to the edge of the universe, there's room for rent.

(Chorus)

Roller-Rink Romeo & Jukebox Juliet.
Cinematically, they live their lives outside a movie set.

We watch it all burn
and don't even speak.
If you just hold my hand,
that's all the hope that we need.

(Owel Five)

Diluted visions of grander split out my cancer claw.
Had a long trip. Find that everyone's changed.
Didn't know how long I've been gone.
When I left, it was a month of rain
and it was such a shame to get caught in the downpour.
Every single drip was your whispered name
amplified ten times running through the soundboard.
It was more than we planned for.
Nothing helped to relieve the stress.
I guess that c'est la vie. It's not like Say You'll Be by Davy DMX.
These hands got a dream to catch
that's firmly placed inside of yours.
I cry for more. So just keep me warm
by giving me a glimpse of that shining force.

(Chorus)

Roller-Rink Romeo & Jukebox Juliet.
Cinematically, they live their lives outside a movie set.

We watch it all burn
and don't even speak.
If you just hold my hand,
that's all the hope that we need.
Track Name: Fireworks Over The Fever
(Owel Five)

This sounds like Budapest.
You be moving your neck
and we be making girls sweat
like they're doing the sex,
but the truth is. If you knew the events
and took away the beat, the raps would sound super depressed.
Like, she wouldn't even call or even shoot me a text.
Or like, I don't believe in god or give a hoot what he says.
Or like, I live between law and aloof from stress.
Running from a metal monster with aluminium breath
until death. So is life. What a beautiful mess.
You're hard pressed. Then it's over. That's as good as it gets.
You want to tell your tale but it wouldn't impress.
Another mad king with a grail full of regrets
and the last queen broke him when she stood up and left,
Cause he could never catch a break or keep a woman in check.
He never did a single thing that you wouldn't expect
cause all he tried to do was be a man the woman respects.


(Chorus)

She ain't one to hold hands!
Neon girls and gold chains!
Don't take the chance she won't change!
Ya don't mix romance and cocaine!
(Oh mang!)
She ain't one to hold hands!
Neon girls and gold chains!
Don't take the chance she won't change!
Ya don't mix romance and cocaine!
(No way!)

(Corboe)

I'm back. Straight digging for gold and cool stones.
Whatever you can rattle and roll.
I'll shake after you're home. Yeah, that's how we do it.
Sing a sad song make you dance all foolish.
We make mood music to groove to.
You cant slow dance, hold hands or do you
listen to the words and if so, you could
get the Manchester blues. It might feel good.
Just listen to this,just listen to this.
Put down the damn phone start, swinging your hips.
There's no excuses,miss. Time flies too quick,
For this "once upon a time" fairy tale exists.
So save the last dance. Don't kill the heart beat.
This moment's right here. It's not in your dreams.
Go with the flow. Just hold on. Believe.
You chose the damn road. Don't turn back for me.

(Chorus)

She ain't one to hold hands!
Neon girls and gold chains!
Don't take the chance she won't change!
You don't mix romance and cocaine!
(Oh mang!)
She ain't one to hold hands!
Neon girls and gold chains!
Don't take the chance she won't change!
You don't mix romance and cocaine!
(No way!)
Track Name: CyberPunkRockRap
(Corboe)

C to the O-R-B-O-E,
that's me Corboe, Dream Jeff's the team.
A group of 3 that's part machine
and one girlie, miss lady T.
We cyber punk that gutter funk, that R-A-P rap music stuff.
So don't mix it up when we mash it up.
We're mad stylish like 'what the cuss'.
This is no beginners luck when we flow so ridiculous.
As good as Captain Crunch. Y'all thinking "where that coming from?"
...I don't know.
Just call it what you wanna call it.
Some name music. Some name genres.
Please don't bother. Trust the author.
You're never gonna get it 'cause Jeff's a monster.

(Chorus)

Cyber
Punk Rock
Rap!
Rap Rap!
Rap!
Rap Rap!
Rap!
Rap! Rap!
Rap!

(Owel Five)

What's up!? I'm Owel Fiver.
Spit mad tracks. Make the crowd get liver.
Rhyming rapping cyber punk
on the beat. Make you jump. Best tie your Chucks. Ha.
Aw shucks. I'm bound to bust out
bars from my head as sharp as Kung Lao.
Down, Up, Left, Left, A, Right, Down!
Blood code cheats engraved in my sound.
We got the mad the style but don't pop ya collar,
cause we're broke starving artists that don't got the dollars.
If you want heat. Well, our flames the hottest.
Baby, we'll spit fire if you say "Dracarys".
We got songs hotter than Daenerys is
and we can't be burned like Targaryan skin.
I roll into a battle with Valyrian pens
and then I break in through the black water and bury the king.

(Chorus)

Cyber
Punk Rock
Rap!
Rap Rap!
Rap!
Rap Rap!
Rap!
Rap! Rap!
Rap!
Track Name: The Filth
(Owel Five)

I flip the verbal, to turn into Keyser Söze.
Then open with "fuck the world!"
Destroy it all like The Plutonian, homie.
I raid the Smithsonian. Low and behold that
the only thing I took was Fonzies jacket.
I hope there's a comb in it.
Pop a Zona. Tell the girlie's to shake it like Arnold Palmers.
All my tracks are off The Wall like song requests for Roger Waters
in concert. Cause I'm a monster. Your officer of The Filth.
Don't do no dirt. Touching the mic like a novice can get you killed.
I'm half Stallone & Schwarzenegger,
Half Capone-N-Noreaga.
I don't sit on 32's. The 32 sits on my Sega. I mean...

Sega Genesis. Better than the NES.
Nothing but dope when The Jeff is on the premises.
You got to get with it before we take over.
Don't diss. A diss just ain't kosher.
Don't you play The Game of Thrones,
cause I'll take the crown and them dragon skulls.
Ladies moan when they play this song.
It turns them all to Lord Baelish ho's.
Magnum opus, we do this proper.
I was raised by Björk Guðmundsdóttir.
Big Daddy Kane was my dude and father,
and school was taught by Kurosawa.
Hoochie mammas, they pray to get some.
So move that thang to the clap and the kick drum.
Victims all on the floor when I get dumb.
Spit that dirt like mud's on the kids tongue.

(Chorus)

You want filth cause it's better than clean.
I think you really want the filth.
Infect you with my disease.
I know you really want filth.
Put you down on your knees
and have you begging for the filth.

(Owel Five)

Damn! This shit be hard.
Please can I do another 16 bars?
Spit this quick, mixed in with pause.
Then I dance with the devil like Christine Sparr.
Kick that raw right to the beat y'all.
It's a track for the street like a rail for the street-car.
We large. Got it on lock like a key card.
Ye-haw! The Jeff have gone retard.
We talk Slick like Rick The Ruler.
Explode on the microphone, kill computer.
Girls do the twist, dudes twist the buddah
and straight pump that shit like you're Mr Rooter.
You know Jeff. Did I mention we kill the mic, duke
and Boe's got more beats than Dwight Schrute.
Like woah! Music to make your Nikes move.
Get loose to the tight groove.

(Chorus)

You want filth cause it's better than clean.
I think you really want the filth.
Infect you with my disease.
I know you really want filth.
Put you down on your knees
and have you begging for the filth.

You want filth..
Track Name: Europa
(Corboe)

There's a lot of things to do in life, there's even more to talk about.
How it's going down. What is and isn't working out.
It's all about the turn around. The come up in the Benjamin's.
The dolla' dolla' bills, y'all. The squalor that your living in.
Your position when your sitting, wishing in wells.
A little to the left while you inhale exhale.
Just take another deep breath, kid. It helps to prevail.
To get this ball rolling start tipping the scales.
You know I'd tell you where to sail but I don't know where to go.
Down this thin red line there's no yellow brick road.
You'll learn on your own these wrong turns are good for your soul.
You get lost before your found, so just relax in the cold.
You're always kept in the dark. This birds not singing her song.
Covered up with no light, the night lasts way too long.
So don't sound the alarm. Sit still. Remain calm.
One day you'll fall into welcoming arms.


(Chorus Break)


(Corboe)

Lets keep it going. The seeds are growing. Just give it a moment.
We'll wrap it up and have you home in the morning.
It's all going according to plan but haven't you noticed
a lot has changed, like the feeling, and the feelings important.
Your dream is enormous. Twice the size of your mortgage.
You couldn't afford it. You're getting tangled up with a cordless.
You're well supported. Your load barring structure's imported.
You feel the love from all angles but your visions distorted.
The docs orders are 'remain calm be level headed'.
Keep your feet on the ground. You best not forget it.
Get ready for the second round. The double header.
You should know better. It gets cold so pack a sweater.
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
You shouldn't settle for less then forgotten treasures.
It ain't hard to fly when you're packing feathers. It's now or never. So spare the lecture. Just get up and go get her.


(Ending Chorus Break)
Track Name: Goblin Shark Kids
(Owel Five)

Who's the man on the mic rapping hella tight?
Its Owel with an "E". You better get it straight and spell it right.
Hella tight...wait a minute. Fuck it if I said it twice.
Men or mice, it doesn't matter. Take a step or get a life.
I'm never nice to people when I step on a beat.
I think no one is my equal, no ones better than me.
I'm like Kool Moe Dee from The Treacherous Three.
I really think I am the shit, but 30 Helens Agree.
I got the super mega stupid flavour style. Don't try to duplicate it.
Haters better hope the microphone is highly lubricated.
Kill the mood and then be gone.
The realest dude you ever saw.
The money making son of Satan.
Roll a blunt in honey bacon.
BLAM! BLAM! BLUCKA BLAM!
Rapping like the Son of Sam.
On the lamb. When I'm on the mic, better hug the ground.
Fucking bad. Bounty on my head for a hundred grand.
Catch me if you can. I'm with Boeseph & my brother Graham.


(Chrous)

We on the mic.
Proceed to catch wreck.
Rap death
covered in beats to snap necks.
like, F-R-E-S-H
That's fresh!
D-R-E-A-M
That's Jeff!

We on the mic.
Proceed to catch wreck.
Rap death
covered in beats to snap necks.
like, F-R-E-S-H
That's fresh!
K-W-E-S
That's KWES!

(KWES)

Break atoms, part Main Source, part A-bomb.
The name's massive, stay Savage like a Dragon cop
on our Megatron, Mega-Sean, Megazord, Megalodon,
Megaman, take some sand, make a man, say I'm God.
Haters, shake 'em off like they're Faygo pop.
Got the game on lock, make the players all walk.
If this ain't go pop then we make it go rrrrah!
A riot-starter tape like some LA cops.
In the face off, take your face off like Face-Off.
Super Rick, Splatterhousin', lyrics like paint-balls.
Y'all greatest songs are lady parts, baby doll.
Embrace Before the Fall straight Jamal, fades 'em all.
This is Baskerville, best chain your dogs.
Danger Room rage on 'em, 28 Days Later zombie.
Claim you're a god get nailed to a cross.
Blazed on like napalm dropped along the Mekong.

(Chrous)

We on the mic.
Proceed to catch wreck.
Rap death
covered in beats to snap necks.
like, F-R-E-S-H
That's fresh!
D-R-E-A-M
That's Jeff!

We on the mic.
Proceed to catch wreck.
Rap death
covered in beats to snap necks.
like, F-R-E-S-H
That's fresh!
K-W-E-S
That's KWES!


(Corboe)

I'm gonna pump it up. I came to get down.
You gotta throw up your fists and jump around.
Smile for another kodak moment caught in the crowd.
No single file line. Chaos reigns the building right now.
There's not a dull moment. Holding up this memory lane
with all the noise bringing trouble your way.
But today's not the day. There's no favours. Savour the victory later.
My favourite flavour? Kill a dirty swamp gator.
Boots not leather. Slap a chap for a sweater.
It's a hard knock life when the boxer gets better.
I'm not in it to win it.
I'm not in it for cheddar.
I'm in it for my own reasons. My reasons are better.
I like beats. Eat em up. Recycle the drums, the kicks and snare.
The cymbal crash acts as a signal flare.
So step back. No blank stares.You're not prepared
for this dream Jeff-Kwes shit all up in you're ear.

(Chrous)

We on the mic.
Proceed to catch wreck.
Rap death
covered in beats to snap necks.
like, F-R-E-S-H
That's fresh!
D-R-E-A-M
That's Jeff!

We on the mic.
Proceed to catch wreck.
Rap death
covered in beats to snap necks.
like, F-R-E-S-H
That's fresh!
K-W-E-S
That's KWES!
Track Name: Gainsbourg!
(Corboe)

She's got that "diamonds last forever" twinkle in her eye, I swear.
The stars shine bright when she's around,
these city lights just don't compare.
She'll chill the air.
That soothing breeze when autumn leaves fall to the ground.
She'll pick you up, back off your feet.
Eventually she'll knock you down.
But I'll do the same, not turn the page.
Read it over and over. Some times for days.
Not plead my case. Just let it build and when you let it build the truth's not revealed.
So spill the beans, sugar snap peas on your plate.
Yum-yum' eat 'em up and it might feel great,
Like for heavens sake, just enjoy the race.
In the end realize, life just won't wait.

(Chorus)

Be my Charlotte Gainsbourg.
We could wake up the neighbours.
Be my Charlotte Gainsbourg.
Exchanging sexual favours.
Be my Charlotte Gainsbourg.
We could wake up the neighbours,
and if you call out Gainsbourg.
I'll stop when the pain hurts
since it's the safe word.

(Owel Five)

Haunted by the centrefold.
I stand love struck from head to toe.
You want me then you're Dennis Coles.
Which means, you stay awhile. Then you're Ghost.
Let me go. You can't pause it briefly.
I'd rather get it over if you're gonna delete me.
She got no heart like the boss of Beastly
and I couldn't get a break if I robbed a DJ.
Breaking up's hard. Real hard, like Wee-Bey.
I bet it's even harder with ménage à three-ways.
It's not Audition by Takashi Miike.
You won't lose limbs but it's far from easy.
Sob and weeping. Her eyes once sky blue,
now bloodshot. All red like a Piru.
Lost achievement forgotten. Mind you,
could never find another who could did it like I do.

(Chorus)

Be my Charlotte Gainsbourg.
We could wake up the neighbours,
and if you call out Gainsbourg.
I'll stop when the pain hurts
since it's the safe word.
Track Name: Tower of Waves
(Corboe)

In the dead of night, head lights act as a beacon of hope.
Distracting you from the dark sort of helping you cope.
It's a long bleak road to be driven alone.
So hold on to that glimpse of home.
When you fall deep down the hole and stubble upon those roots that let you grow.
Those stepping stones you skipped on water.
Those sweet summer days and nights that follow.
When stars swallow dreams, no return to sender
was embedded in the letter, don't you remember
when you lost your temper
and next day delivered the death wish
without thinking you would be affected?
I just don't get it. We've all be a tourist. a wondering soul.
getting lost in the forest searching gold.
This hard knock life just takes a toll.
Just do your best try not to explode.


(Chorus)

In that forest we're all left behind.
Near the makeshift gallows
The calm is sublime.
When the moves been made.
The plans been devised.
When the going gets tough
the temperature rise.


(Owel Five)

No cause for terror,
the calm and still Aokigahara.
The Sea of Trees don't mean to scare ya
but yet their silence screams omertà.
Just be the character then read the story
of how you need that home, hikikomori.
Can't see the signs or even heed the warning.
That trail through the woods never leads to glory.
Don't leave. I'm sorry cause I should have been there.
I know you really haven't had that good of a year.
I tell you "take a seat." I even pull up a chair
but all you do is hit the exit like wouldn't have cared.
I simply wasn't aware and how was in supposed to know
you'd do-see-do, don't talk, pose and go.
It's only no. Never yes. Close the door.
Plummet from the trees to the ocean floor.


(Chorus)

In that forest we're all left behind.
Near the makeshift gallows
The calm is sublime.
When the moves been made.
The plans been devised.
When the going gets tough
the temperature rise.

(Ending)

Walk down,
Follow the line.
Leave all the tears behind.
Hearts drown into the tides,
Keeping the green alive.