Your body draped in crisis
Sandbag to help you sleep
This kind of warmth is priceless
Yet comes so very cheap
We are all cast into our glory mold
It's how we have our fun
This pleasure has to be anonymous
It's how we come

Islands of waste
Oceans of dye
Sarcophagus walls
Coffins sewn shut
Tighten that belt
Stiffen your strut
Don't it make you look right?
Don't it cut a silhouette?
Figure form fitting sewn up in a cocoon
Figure form fitting sewn up in a cocoon

Well he dropped down to his knees, denim softened blow
Denim, tile, grout, saturated blue
The rhythmic machinations, up and down, in and out
Needled loops closing like cotton coated lungs
Harder to breathe now, walking blind through the shopping plaza
Covered from head to toe, seams sewn shut like maquiladora wounds
And you see yourself in those jeans
And you see a man in a respirator
And you blink, and he is gone
He can be someone else now
Filtered and purified
Dissonant in a glory mold
Picturing a friendlier, cleaner face

Well he dropped down to his knees
Denim softened blow
Cotton coated lungs to breathe
Covered head to toe
You see yourself in those jeans
Anonymous and bold
Picturing a friendly face
Behind the glory mold
Fighting to breathe, locked up in this tiny room
Figure form fitting sewn up in a cocoon
Fighting to breathe, locked up in this tiny room
Just close your eyes

Just like the face behind the glory hole
You can't see it but you know it's there
We are all cast into our glory mold
So we are never scared
Never scared

Islands of waste
Oceans of dye
Sarcophagus walls
Coffins sewn shut
Tighten that belt
Stiffen your strut
Don't it make you look right?
Don't it cut a silhouette?
Figure form fitting sewn up in a cocoon
Figure form fitting sewn up in a cocoon