Dust
And you think this is progress don't you?
And you think this is worth it don't you?
Let the dust from your goldmine choke you
And the glow is gone
And the glow is gone
Us ones in between
Between everything
The ones that you need will consume you
The hand's in your throat
Gates pass backwards to my true north
Swallow each tooth
Seven dreams
The circle of the world

[Spoken word outro]