6.8.2000 Lyrics

what thousand. uncertain number. just a matter of an uncertain place in time. in a doctrine of steady decline. and they took a blind eye to and eminent concern. getting caught in the details too numerous to discern. in a teaching of lessons man's not quick enough to learn. the sand stream falls a fixed path down the hours glass. we've tried to define in a trivial guessing game. inquisitor destined to find. come march in step around the newest of machines. the perfect predecessor to a drastic change. if it's the dawning of the quickening of time. and all the trivial will cease to be. i guess that number really ain't so bad. come watch the ascent as we're breaking through the clouds. and the valley below turns to a flaming ghost town. the narrow escape still discretion's crown. horizon like a dawning. inappropriate time to see the sun. with neither side winning. or shooting a gun