Thinnest Line
Out of the hotel room comes
Yeah, I'll go on a sympathy strike for you
Yeah, I was so patient throughout your greed for jacked synapses
Out of the tower comes crook'd path for a crook'd mile
Logical, always logical smile'

One word cut out and repeated endlessly

A jack-in-the-box, the police officer's head bobbed and jerked lopsidedly
I thank God for that painful wisdom
Honestly, now, I've never done this before with sincerity
Without continuity or consequences or mediation sharpened the senses

What is the just price?
What's a happy end?
What sort of complicity are you more comfortable with?

This path, I'm afraid, son, is the most logical

When listening to a song I have never heard
I seem to make up words for it against my will
From time to time when people speak at me
I get the feeling of being o'erloaded

I saw everything very bright and rich and artificial
Like the thinnest line

Looking down on me, he said
This path, son, is the most logical