Текст песни Clouded - Idaho

My brain is slow
To catch up with all the joy
It's everywhere
Clouded by only filth

I've left a trail of bodies
In my wake
Up to?
Through all these years

About the wrong way
To get around
I don't remember when
I left the ground

There is a lot of homework

Let's settle down
From the passing storm

There are we
Two dreams have reached
Every nerve ending all
Possibilities
For a spectacular
Floral choral moralistic light