Lyrics:

Terrified to split the coast
Is it "ego" that lines me up?
Or drive "id" like wind in random pressure around my Earth?
But "super" likes to tell me that I'm failing.
Oh I'm not enough
Can Professor Wolf be trained to spill the blood, but clean it up?

This city's lungs aren't perfect,
crushed and beaten by rocks and bones,
and just because she spits in her own water don't mean she's not at home.
Coursing street veins, badly planned apartments eating the space.
The beauty smells of humid wood and dead roads.
Under the spinning wheel dissolves the hates.

Truth has doubts, and they come out.
The warmest sun can be covered by clouds.
So don't spread yourself thin, or the walls keep you in
An unforgivable sin to never begin.

A slightly different Augustana reference becomes the joke.
That anthem for the last move at the start of the "real world"
And logic seems to lose the fight to emotion.
Eyes that cry don't always see what's right in front of them.
Clear reasons why.

But you've got to go with your gut.
You might sacrifice love,
and take a step in the mud 'til you've had enough.
But no one has just one dream,
and it's the regrets that plead
at the door on their knees for you to come clean.
So come clean.

Truth has doubts, and they come out.
The warmest sun can be covered by clouds.
So don't spread yourself thin, or the walls keep you in
An unforgivable sin to never begin.
Oh I'll never begin.