Before the knife gets red Civilization rears its pretty head I hope it wont stick sometimes these words are such bitter friends come back to bite you in the rearest of ends THeres not much left inside my tank today Theres just enough to come and whisk you away×2 I have no idea when we crystallized into talking bookends But facts they are facts, i got to have it so i wont let go I know you like it when i come on too slow