Complete the sculptures
your pride alone can't paint no paradise
so invite the vultures to dine, desert then spit us out right
White canvas connect the dots to be
Connect them dots to be
another personality a different side for them to see

But underneath and behind the little theatre
where the scenery changes and the characters are weaker
We're all puppets in tears who just get in the way
too late to crack the clay, rewind then play
or find another line to say
cause nothings ever gonna change a thing

So lead the way
We'll do just as you say
Forever in debt to your hospitality
Now complete them

Anything that you say. I'll do it
forced to leave, begged to stay. I'll do it
A character in your play. I'll do it
I'll be sculptured from clay. I'll do it

Now can they watch us fall?
down you motherfucker

Complete the sculptures
come, complete the sculptures

...your pride won't paint no paradise