The Rifle's Spiral

歌詞

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. And made 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.