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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
Let your viscera unfurl

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 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 wish

Primitive mirror 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 gray eyes on the subway
So long before you were born
You were always to be a dagger floating straight to their heart