Intro :
One h and on this wily comet,
Take a drink just to give me some weight,
some u ber-man I'd ma ke,
I'm barely a vapor.
They s hone a chl orine lig ht on,
A hos t of individ ual sins.
Let's c arve my ag ing fac e off,
Fetch us a knife,
start with my eyes,
down so the lines
form a grimacing smile.
Close y our eyes to corral a virtue,
Is t his fooling a nyone else ?
N ever worked so lo ng and hard
to cement a failure.
We can b low on our t humbs and posture,
but the lonely is such delicate things,
the wind from a wasp could blow them,
into the sea,
with stones on their feet,
lost to the light and the loving we need,
Still to come,
the worst part and you know it,
there is a numbn ess
in you heart and it's growing.
With bur nt sage and a forest of bygones,
I click my heels,
get the devils in line,
a list of t hings I could lay the blame on
might give me a way out.
but with each turn
it's this front and c enter,
Like a dart stuck square in you eye,
every po st you can h itch your faith on,
is a pie in the sky
chock full of lies,
a tool we devise
to make sinking stones fly,
Still to come,
the worst part and you know it,
there is a numbn ess
in you heart and it's growing.
Finale :