Take the time to count the cracks
and lines in the four walls
The cell that follows you wherever you go
And the black swans
Now the only chance is here
and the motorway looks clear
The cells are ticking and
the spine is ready to kick in
All wrapped up and tied up little demons
sing us what we don't know
With the industry in place
we can hold out for a while
It is the singer in the river
is the siren on the rock
Before the time you wake up
feeling nothing at all
It is the singer in the river
is the siren on the rock
Before the time you're washed up
feeling nothing at all
They're covered in feathers and
they look so good in the sunlight
It's only the sawdust trickling
from their sleeves that you'll notice
With the industry in place
we can look the other way
It is the singer in the river
is the siren on the rock
Before the time you wake up
feeling nothing at all
It is the singer in the river
is the siren on the rock
Before the time you're washed up
feeling nothing at all
It is the singer in the river
is the siren on the rock
Before the time you wake up
feeling nothing at all
It is the singer in the river
is the siren on the rock
Before the time you're washed up
feeling nothing at all
It is the singer in the river
is the siren on the rock
Before the time you wake up
feeling nothing at all
It is the singer in the river
is the siren on the rock
Before the time you're washed up
feeling nothing at all