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 Down 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 So life ain't then any fun May this rail unfurl As you rise; rise from your burning fiat Go, go get my suitcase, would you? You've thoroughly blown their mind 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 to the sea Go back to this wretched form 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