The ghost of a saber toothed tiger - 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 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 clouds
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