What lies we tell ourselves 
Behind the blue motel 
Out on the frontage road 
Down by the interstate 
We open up our sores 
We cauterize ourselves 
Behind the blue motel 
Down by the interstate 

Satisfied- full of pride 
We become what we defy 
Satisfied- comatose 
We become what we fear most 

What lies we tell ourselves 
We open up our sores 
We cauterize ourselves 
Behind the blue motel 
Like the insect in the hive 
Like the richest junkie still alive 

Satisfied- full of pride 
We become what we deny 

Satisfied cast aside 
The solar lodge has its stride 

(Softcore kickstand honey at the source 
You could hardly see him he came out of nowhere 
Always a friend of the victim at the slaughter of the 
Innocents)