The tragedy and mystery repeats like a farce | |
A carousel of laughter as it all falls apart | |
History sits in holding pattern | |
As vultures circle our carcass | |
Pinned down I can't touch you | |
Like tableaux in wax that won't melt | |
Turn around and turn to stone | |
This mistake cost me a lifetime | |
Heave into yourself | |
Breathe out my life | |
What catastrophic mediocrity | |
What you are I once was | |
What I am now you will be | |
So proud of the bloody roots | |
Of this rhythm |