I stand... naked and alone
Staring... at my neighbors $#&@
Fingering... a rusted bear trap

That I found like it was a gift from God

Failure is my strongest suit

God's greater plan
From the !@&^to life support
To the term of jesters court


Running out of neck, but much too soon
There must be better days for me on the horizon

Pass the failure wine until the end of time

Running out of neck, but none too soon

They fly lay circles and then watch me die alone
Mountains to more hills
Tending to the still