Episode 4-Button

Caught in the fabric under the machine, two hands must shake as every fibers pulled

Becoming one with the revolution, staying away from the red

The parasites escape before your eyes, caught up in the microscope

Opening the mouth brings intoxicants, the truth a ring that never uncoils

The one with the book blesses the stakes we lay, collects the promises we make

Till death do us part, bear us generations of wealth

Playing house from now on, and making up, never really forgetting our vows

Giving each of us a button to remind each other, that the payback has let ourselves lose sight

Nobody’s perfect, we walk around with the stitches to show it

Insuring alimonious orchards, setting the eyes on greener pastures

We know that the Titanic was rigged, before the scales were tipped

Our sails have been tied down, so the wind will not take them

Lady Justice holds the wheel, as we’re tied finger to finger

A sight like hers for pirates is priceless, weaving around the eye of the needle you reap what you sow

This deep out into the sea together is a sunk cost, going down with the ship is double indemnity

Escorting us out of bermuda, red laced, she sets down the coaster for the thirsty crew, by the time the bow tore she had been blowing like a siren

Well ahead of the 8 ball in your pool, leagues away from being out of the water with you

I Scratched, I pierced the surface, hoping for some air with you

Floating off the impending wreckage, of everything I put down on the table

Hoping for just enough juice to get back, but having just enough to move the needle

The machine moves no more, but the tattoos and buttons dig under the skin

Every part of me knows it’s not over, every part of me wishes I could get you back

It’s not even a 50/50, it’s a stalemate, there can be no winners