These few weeks of rowing around these lakes Have moved faster than the breaks in between the smoke and the recoil routines But the harvest is on the minds of Lone farmers and the millions too many Open up the flues and let the ashes escape They've been breathing in smoke for too long and some have fallen asleep And forever is a lifetime, The pulse stays static and everyones got some found addiction to depend on We'll throw on our costumes and realign The chemical structure that keeps us in line Cause I've got this plan, that seeks a lot of time I've got this plan that seeks a lot of time So throw out your plans and put down your rusted hands, the day is on you Stop waiting to speak, you keep your allies close to hear what they might have seen Poor focus has blurred out the lines and the millions too many