All's quiet, except for this song. So maybe while I'm not together I can feel like I'm not alone And somewhere off in the distance, rapidly advancing, is an onslaught of sorts Young sirens wail with a skewed sense of glory And the lions in the cages roar at the memory of flight And there's a joy, a joy in all I can see. A joy, in every possibility. And all around this is a great, great feeling American rockets red-glared our most Disgusting triumph And in passing I am asked: do you believe in a god?" I shrug off the answer and continue to get high in this terror of no explanation I am looking for a faith My panic is an only reason And there's a joy, a joy in all I can see A joy, in every possibility