Spaceships can't tame the jungle
And I feel like I'm giving in
We've been driving through a desert
Looking for a life to call our own

I push, I pull
The days go slow
Into a void
We filled with death
And noise that laughs
Falls off their maps
All cured of pain
Little brain

Something's coming, sky is purple
And doubts in your
Dogs are howling to themselves
Days are changing with the weather
Like a riptide could rip us away

I push, I pull
The days go slow
Into a void
We filled with death
And noise that laughs
Falls off their maps
All cured of pain
And doubts in your
Little brain

I push, I pull
The days go slow
Into a void
We filled with death
And noise that laughs
Falls off their maps
All cured of pain
And doubts in your
Little brain