Lyrics Ebb and Flow - 311

In the basement waiting for a statement
But station's frequency is vacant
Why don't we go outside
In the break room waiting for a big boom
Smoke haze rising in a big plume
Everyone's dissatisfied

The pools have dried
The trial's been tried
But the leak's still spilling
They don't know what to do
The flow won't stop
Pressure still won't drop
Tanks are overfilling

Forward we crawl
Backwards we fall
Through the Ebb and the Flow
Living within a dream
Wading through the stream
Beyond the Ebb and Flow

Up late to earn the proceeds
All stressed out working til your eyes bleed
Overtime to buy things we don't need

Your always on the go
And you're thirty thirty
Gotta make the ends
And get dirty dirty
Will it ever stop
Will it ever end
Is it worthy

The reality of this
Is you go loco loco
And too much of this way
And you'll go postal postal
Happens all the time get in line
And go comatose

The moms and pops
Have all closed up shop
And who can blame them
I don't know anyone
The kids just hide
Scared to go outside
And just who can blame them

At times it seems unreal
We can see but we can't feel
And no one's at the wheel
Born here all alone
Growing old with hearts of stone
The lights are on
But no one's home

Forward we crawl
Backwards we fall
Through the Ebb and the Flow
Living within a dream
Wading through the stream
Beyond the Ebb and Flow

Images we have made
Cross and fade
Into the Ebb and Flow