Dead land's collided
You pour your life down the rifle's spiral
And show us you've earned it

Cleric's fog will recede right before your eyes

So long to this wretched form

Down gray eyes on the subway
Long before you were born
You were always to be a dagger floating

Straight to their heart

Listen, now, we won't tell anyone

But you're gonna tell the world
So life ain't then any fun
May this rail unfurl


As you rise; rise from your burning fiat,
Go, go get my suitcase, would you?

You've thoroughly blown their mind
And now I must have passage on the lines
To the veins from your heart


You're not invisible, now
You just don't exist

Your mother must be so proud
You sublimate yourself, drowning us of rich


Primitive mirror on the wall,
to fortify your grim resolve
And made the glitz of a shopping mall

Another grain of indigent salt to the sea

Go back to this wretched form

All them gray eyes on the subway
So long before you were born
You were always to be a dagger floating

Straight to their heart