Pariah King-The Shins

It all spans out on a plane Looking back, hardly a hill or valley still remains The boy before the pain Still longs for the womb of love as he smashes down with a cane It builds up, then it breaks down It's your perception alone Of grey hands taking control But what can you do to prove it? The flat waste of a life How many times did you try and stop the bleeding with a knife There's an incline to the floor And everything in your crooked life ends up rolling out the door It builds up, then it breaks down But it's your perception alone Of grey hands have taken control But what can you do to prove it? Look man, there's nothing to it What are you really getting at when you sing? There's something wrong and beautiful Kill a snake and make yourself pariah king The voice bleeds through the wall, "no Jimmy no" It builds up, then it breaks down It's your perception alone With your hand over your mouth God forbid it gets out The grey hands have got you in tow But what can you do to prove it? Look boy, there's nothing to it What are you really getting at when you sing? It's something wrong and beautiful Kill a snake and make yourself pariah king The voice bleeds through the wall, "no Jimmy no"