Welcome To Stop

We're a close parlay

to the quotient of the day.

Yeah it's all destroyed it won't even matter.

They say: "though we'll go, we have no home",

Except the one that makes us stop and say

This is where the weathered wear there arms like armor

and where the clock is like another wittled mother

born to suffer.

So we scream Bloody Murder

(An evil fake bloody-martyr?)

And now we'll wait for the orders.

I am

Hostage

To the

Ebb and

Flow

We are

Hostage

To the

Ebb and

Flow, flow, flow, flow oh oh oh

OK now I got a (shot's lot?) of bread

(dossier?) brothel bound and

red tape so they can't trace us

for this decree we remain nameless

turn the page 'cause you just got famous

(silver top???) and serenade

and when complacency capitulates

underneath the open sky tonight

So I drew a place all fit for your own pleasure

lay down your sword and be thankful

biding time for right or rifles is just a trick with out a trade

a trick with out a

We can't save you

From knowing the

Curse of the longest day

Cause and cure all

Come from having

the sense to know it was high time to escape.

So welcome to stop

Welcome to stop

Welcome to stop

Where progress halts

I am

Hostage

to the

Ebb and flow

We are

Hostage

To the

Ebb and flow

Flow, flow, flow, etc.