On the race to the grave you're well ahead of us all i'm the last of my name
I have failed as an animal never going to see when they comfort me
I'll read about it after all or the call in the night that sings
Some closing to your chapter ides on the eve some phanta-caesar vector to my raster
These conversations are not helping no
Guess i'll pray for luck wring my hands and run my mouth you know
It must be so fine to raise from ash and shining everythings going to be alright
Everythings going to die inside everything's going to be alright
You'll see yayaya you'll see yayaya you'll better watch that collateral composition
Boy the dirt-based deity/'s on my side