you know my name is figment   i'm not who you think i am   all of my heroes are women   and all of em are cinnamon (my cinnamon women)      the sanding sound of grudge on collective   has left a pile of puzzle dust   and me, cake-drunk in the middle, crying   "what could never happen to us   is happening to us"      but as long as we're talking in driftnets   and there's a rotation afoot   all the things we can come up with   will still be surprisingly put      as long as the road lacks perspective   as long as we swim swim swim   as long as we hold hands in the swiftness   of all three dimensions      as long as we're talking in driftnets   and there's a rotation afoot   all the things we can come up with   will still be surprisingly put   still be surprisingly put   still be surprisingly put