Lyrics:

Before the knife gets red
Civilization rears its pretty head
I hope it won't stick, sometimes these words are such bitter friends
Come back to bite you in the rearest of ends

There's not much left inside my tank today
There's just enough to come and whisk you away
There's not much left inside my tank today
There's just enough to come and throw you away

I have no idea when
We crystallized into talking bookends
But, facts they are facts, I gotta have it so I won't let go
I know you like it when I come on too slow

There's not much left inside my tank today
There's just enough to come and whisk you away
There's not much left inside my tank today
There's just enough to come and throw you away