Grinding down my teeth
I won’t hide, I won’t hide
Pretty crybaby
I won’t bite, I won’t bite
Burns growing redder, by the second
By the second, third, sixth, seventh
Coiled with a sickness, miss-
You’ve left your skull beside my fission
Turn the maker, one more minute
One more minute, swore I’d do it
Markings on a casket, not neurotic
Nor abstained resentment
I thought you’d ascertain or ask in vain “what else must you resist?”
“I’ve only left a stain, I thought we’ve trained you worse than this”
Poor, sick wolf, nowhere to go
Count your days, you’re sure to blow
Racing sparks, my skull is surely fried
Bide my time ‘till the time is right, I
Open eyes, suicide, it just feels right
Lay in line, wasting time, waiting to die
(Poor, sick wolf, nowhere to go
Count your days, you’re sure to blow)
One more bite, just make it better
Never wake, breathe under pressure
Lay into submission, no permission
In fatal position
Wander through the attic
Call them frantic or erratic
Mirror, hold my hand along the passage
Damn it, simply sick with panic
Nine, one, one!
Inside those lovely afternoons
Swearing we’ve got no more room to hide that face
What have you done?
We’ll treat it with ammonium
Refill when inopportune
‘Hope to see you soon!
(Grinding down my teeth
I won’t hide, I won’t hide
Pretty crybaby
I won’t bite, I won’t bite)
Tuning what I’ve replicated, recreated in a second
Snuff the candle, condensation
Start the engine, bite the bullet
Tell me that it's over, head for cover
Never wake the mother
Cut my losses, strike the match
We’re burning for another hour
Counting blessings in the static
Hug the wire, fuel the fire
Taking air for granted, surely
This is only my desire
Nine, one, one!
Hang up, and watch the headline noose
Got nothin’ to lose, so don’t resuscitate
Damnit, I’ve won!
You’ve promised me a brand new sun
10-56 on the run
Sit still, clear the room