the faces we have worn adrift the seas of acquaintance the lies we can t control smiling as we sink to the bottom tongue tied we retrace the lines and cross we create what s one what s one more the viscous ties initiate conquered alleviated secured in meaning senseless and seething torn a hollow connection we have born misdirection guides us all so where s the sense in the sense of community the people have all worn lining the depths of the bottom all tongue tied we retrace the lines we cross create what s one what s one more 