Snapshot the big top comin your way
Footsteps so heavy theyre deafening me
Wooden
bench keeps me company, second string put me in
INsert the ink pen, jugular vein
Break out the lunchbox calling your name
Take my hand and well walk thgough oblivion, kiss the gun
When it all starts to fade away, in the meantime
Just dangle in front of me strange dichotomy
And tomorrow Ill waste away, in the meantime
Just dangle in front of me strange dichotomy
Suck out the life force, leave a little piece
Meat in the teeth, such a delicacy