Motherfuckers and gentlemen One in a million times You get closer to something Closer to something You get closer Then it slips away, yeah Fading three dimensional ways While flies buzzing around your head I see you ghost-pale Sucking up To the black laced mirrors Much like a sapphire Wind-up angels Wind-up gods Wind-up big shots And wind-up dolls Aren't we all the same On borrowed time here The Grand prix of self destruction Remember who you are It's the effect you have on me Sinistar You're in a place you cannot escape Oh well It's your ninth circle of hell Torn up inside All torn up inside It's your shadow and a great big L