Artista: Slowride
  Canción: Morals And Dogma

in subsequent and lazy times.
a rule was handed down from years before.
and lips resound.
a vacant sound a breathing.
one head with ears has heard.
on a timeline of years.
we're most certainly out of deals.
on our climb out of here.
we'll most certainly die of fear.
thin nurses came to cure my mind of all things.
all three of them came through my own ceiling.
I'll make you sure about it.
I'll tell white lies about it.
I'll make my own disaster plan.