The World Was Made For Men

When the world gets dizzy, from spinning around
 Gravity gets tired of holding everything down
 When the foul prick of time's unraveling like twine
 When all roads lead to Rome and there're no words left to rhyme
 We'll make caves from our bones and make shoes from our skin
 And we'll try to pretend that this world was made for men
 Every tree's pressed into money. Everything tastes the same
 Everyone agrees and everything has a name
 Fish have turned to frogs. The ocean is our cloud
 I remember how you looked walking barefoot through the crowd
 We'll make caves from our bones and make shoes from our skin
 And we'll try to pretend that this world was made for men
 Now nothing's left between us, besides blood and air
 And every last circle has been turned into a square
 There are no cigarettes in the pockets of your vest
 No more hellos or goodbyes, no more secrets to confess
 We'll make caves from our bones and make shoes from our skin
 And we'll try to pretend that this world was made for men