(Look behind
Your head is on fire
Whirling masses

Rolling ashes
Keep on yawning
Career dawning

Life is Tasteless
Folding paces)


To turn away from the night
Allowing the light a low
He's surely fooling yourself

Leaving life on the shelf

You'll never know

How low an angry heart can go
How long a sitting hands return meant


(Look behind
Your head is on fire
Whirling masses

Rolling ashes
Keep on yawning
Career dawning

Life is Tasteless
Folding paces)