now that you're dead we're going to make a film of your life were you a
ventriloquist or a poet and what we see you're very clever living in a glass
house that had been tamoered with your costume is marvelous dress it up and

paint it red make it bleed and sleep around some more the ivory tower speaks
does it feel like a new sun when you're devoid of misery will you remember us
when there's knots in the strings i remember laughing what pills what rope what

razor what gun these black sheep are hung ry and i'm still waiting for that
perfect sky but you never knew me i never sold you misery you've never seen a
gun like this and i 'm glad you're dead a killing machine with rusty gears left

for dead it's breathing time again.