Lyrics:

Dead Lungs Command It.
you Pour Your Life Down The Rifle's Spiral
and Show Us You've Earned It.
cleric's Fog Will Recede Right Before Your Eyes.

so Long To This Wretched Form.
them Gray 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're Gonna Tell The World.
then Life Ain't Then Any Fun
let Your Viscera Unfurl

as You Rise, Rise From Your Burning Fiat,
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, Granting Us A 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.