If you run your mouth on your dying day, watch the words crawl out
And try to get away, there's a lot of new things underneath the old sun
Better hunt them all down, ecclesiastes, if you burn your mouth on the molten core
Spit the world back out declassify our crimes, there's a lot of new things
Underneath the old sun, better write this all down, ecclesiastes
You got defanged after the tooth and nail defense
In the controlled demolition of your voice, saying i don't have a choice
A man is made whole by the holes in his heart