Standard (EADGBE)
Got a folder full of fragments
You're losing all acquaintances, losing your balance
Over spikes, over trip wires, you've got such obvious style
Put limits on thoughts limit all thinking
Chorus
Ego is running wild - a monster is hiding behind
Your smoke ring eyes
The harder you fight the tide
The less likely you'll survive
The less likely you'll survive
There's a constant farewell
Into a new dream full of unpolluted sorrows
Document a scattered mind
Where the waves fall, like the soldiers that die on the shore
Seaside ghosts now
Chorus
Ego is running wild - a monster is hiding behind
Your smoke ring eyes
The harder you fight the tide
Ego is running wild - look at your rattlesnake skin
Your smoke ring eyes
The harder you fight the tide
The less likely you'll survive, the less likely you'll survive