The moon hangs like the blade of an axe tonight,
And it's poised to drop some time soon enough
On this dump truck where I lie
Mixed up with the morning's trash.
There's a piece of glass sticking in my back
And tar covering my mouth.
But it's o.k.
Cause I'm still breathing
And my hands are free of the heap. o yeah
And I think that I see that big blade falling,
And I think that I see that big blade coming.
And the pressure is getting to me
And the waste in which I sit is just lurking beside me.
And I can't tell if it's me
Or the meat that's rotting.
I'm gonna have to give up sometime soon.
But it's o.k.
Cause I'm still breathing
And my hands are free of the heap. o yeah
And I think that I see that big blade falling,
And I think that I see that big blade coming.
You can watch me disappear
You can watch me
All I'm losing is me
All I'm losing is me
All I'm losing is me
All I'm losing is me
And I think that I see that big blade falling,
And I think that I see that big blade coming.
To slice open a great canyon
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