It’s about numbing the pain

This game that we play

Rolling the die

To see where they’re cast

Getting some relief from this torture at last

Taking the edge off

Blurring the lines

That have been drawn in the sand

That stem the tide

And swell the flow

Until there’s nowhere else to go

But down

Into the hole we’ve dug

And dropped ourselves in

To escape the noise

And the baying din.