Standard (EADGBE)

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."

x 3

You're not invisible now.

You just don't exist.

Your mother must be so proud.

You sublimate yourself granting us a wish

x 2

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.