Wires fan before you, they draw you   In deep troughs and sharp peaks of green   Each cough rips through you, it wounds you   And flat lines cry wolf on the screen      If I could change the shapes of the waves   They'd all be a perfect 4/4   If I could exchange the sky for this cage   You'd walk with me straight out the door   You'd walk with me straight      Needles slip in you, they pin you   To whimpering, limping machines   Night air surrounds you, it drowns you   In billows and pillows and sheets      If I could change the shapes of the waves   They'd all be a perfect 4/4   If I could exchange the sky for this cage   You'd walk with me straight out the door   You'd walk with me straight      Wires fan before you, they draw you   In deep troughs and sharp peaks of green