Intro: Dead lungs command it. You pour your life down the rifle's spiral And show us you've earned it The cleric's fog will recede right before your eyes So long to this wretched form Them grey 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 gonna tell the world This whole life ain't been any fun. Now your viscera unfurls, as you rise. Rise from your burning fiat and go. Go get my suitcase, would you? You've thoroughly blown their minds and now I must Have passage home. Your life. Just two veins from your heart." You're not invisible now. You just don't exist. Your mother must be so proud. You sublimate yourself granting us a wish A primitive mural on the wall to fortify your grim resolve. Amid the glitz of a shopping mall Another grain of indigent salt for the sea. Good night to these wretched forms. All them grey eyes on the subway. So long before you were born you were always to be a dagger floating straight to their heart.
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