now that you're dead we're going to make a film of your life were you a ventriloquist or a poet and what we see you're very clever
living in a glass house that had been tamoered with your costume is marvelous dress it up and paint it red make it bleed and sleep around
some more the ivory tower speaks does it feel like a new sun when you're devoid of misery will you remember us when there's knots in the
strings i remember laughing what pills what rope what razor what gun these black sheep are hung ry and i'm still waiting for that perfect
sky but you never knew me i never sold you misery you've never seen a gun like this and i 'm glad you're dead a killing machine with rusty
gears left for dead it's breathing time again.