I am the echo of a thought meant well I am the feeling of the ice machine I am the font of the letterhead On the cover of a magazine I am the vision of a deathless soul On the pages and between the folds In the smudge and the blotter In the smile of another Wake up those Sucking at the belly of the ram and the lamb Waiting for the dead man Reach out up and into space feel nothing No time No gods No grace Nobody is left behind your eyes I'm not the one who died I'm not the one who stares like an idiot savant Waiting for the death cab Scream Scream Scream If you wanna die faster You can bring your angel Scream Scream Scream If you wanna die faster We're going On holiday A horror holiday It's a shtick up Hair up Nails out Boots on Kiss kiss Following the stench of death Reach out Down into the grave Feel nothing no bones No body To save you Lost the girl you lost the way You left the room you couldn't pay Now you're staring at the sea In the sights of a gun Wishing you where here for A death in the sun