Theory/Theory - The Big Rest Lyrics

Highways resonate four hundred twelve ways between us
Hands are fleeting doves the great machine is humming
Try my best to breathe but I was born some weeks too soon
Here comes the law this is how it ends dear lord save me
Open your mouth and swallow what is left a taste so familiar
Shut up be cool just do what he says didn't go quietly so what big deal
I'd rather be dead than live like animals crypsis in three parts
Dig up roots from the garden grid them to a paste smear it on your forehead
With faced disappeared we can take on countless names what is that I hear
That's the sound of being erased we measure time in gray hairs on our heads
And soft skulls closing in next thing you know you're lost in the big rest
How'd it get so complicated