Torch

This planet is old,
This planet is cold,
This planet is dead,
and crashing into us.

You gotta know I'm no "End of Days" man.
That piece doesn't go.
Just tug at the frayed ends.
Pull it (you) apart.

Circles and squares surround us
We need to hide.

No fingers.
No feelings.
I'd push the buttons,
but I can't feel those things.

And it's all I sing.
And it's all icing.

You're close to me
I push away.

The Circles and Squares
Are gonna fall.

The Circles and Squares
Are gonna collide.

You're close to me
I push away.

Surround us..
See you inject yourself with it.