Lyrics:

What lies we tell ourselves
Behind the blue motel
Out on the frontage road
Down by the interstate
We open up our sores
We cauterize ourselves
Behind the blue motel
Down by the interstate
Satisfied, full of pride
We become what we defied
Satisfied, comatose
We become what we fear most
What lies we tell ourselves
We open up our sores
We cauterize ourselves
Behind the blue motel
Like the insect in the hive
Like the richest junkie still alive
Like the insect in the hive
Like the richest junkie still alive, alive
Satisfied, full of pride
We become what we deny
Satisfied, cast aside
The solar lodge has hit its stride

(Softcore kickstand honey at the source)
(Softcore kickstand honey at the source)
(He came out of nowhere)
(You could hardly see him)
(He came out of nowhere)
(You could hardly see him)
(Always a friend of the victim)
(At the slaughter of the innocents)
(The slaughter of the innocents)
(The slaughter of the innocents)
(The slaughter of the innocents)
(Always a friend of the victim)