I'm shaking hands so I can reach new heights Now the waiter's here, and I'll pay my price Styx, the end, immortalized Splintered fists at the last stop: blight Primordial dust in the air I'll share a beer with lumiere The willow tree, to me endear, will waste away and disappear Slowly count to three Delay, aiming for the hindmost place Flash the lights, am I in your sights? Last chance to remember, spite Praise the days, adore the night Kill them, kill the parasites Take your pictures, fake your smiles Glaze them in formaldehyde Slowly count to three Delay, aiming for the hindmost place