Here comes the anesthesia
Its coming straight from your hips
Weve got no use for needles

Weve got this all under our belt
Sirens fill the air waves
Warning lights scale the sea

Doctor make the incision
I dont know how much longer I can wait


The journey from left to right has never been so far
Straight lines never lied to me before
Has time become a matter of machines that lie as well?

Or is definition something out of reach?

Their shotguns came with their own bullet holes


Here comes the euthanasia
They may have given up on me

Here comes the euthanasia
It seems theyve given up on me
This time we need a needle, quick and easy

How sad when the shotgun keeps the beat for my heart

Fear is no sin sweetheart

They only like the way it tastes