Penal Colony Reconciled
Paranoia in sedate
No longer threatens
See the ordinance fall
See the upright crawl to be mentioned
Sin is no longer the den
Neatly at the back of the queue
"Why?" is not the question
But the absurdity, the absurdity
"What do you do?"
Fall asleep interrogating
"What do you do?"
Join the old and hated
What do you do
When time bears no covet? No covet
What do you do
When you're reconciled? Reconciled
Complacency burrows down
Like the earwigs that have been waiting
Fulfilling every prophecy
Swore that I would never be
Something is killing it
Without my even knowing it
Let the baggage go, shed the worried soul
And I'm ready for nothing
"What do you do?"
When dysfunction is castrated
"What do you do?"
When there's order and content
What do you do
When they've found you out? Found you out
What do you do
When you're reconciled? Reconciled
