The moon slipped down the highway.
I grabbed a broomstick to ride a crime wave.
To harvest the rudiments and rummage a slot machine.
To tie off a noose and slipknot a choke chain.
I heard the shots go round the lonely corner.
Bleed and out comes nothing.
There's leeches to feed...hungry for something.
A time without an essence that spills on a fulcrum
Near the roots of a weed...inside an assumption.

I heard the shots go round the lonely corner.
There's sin that sleeps in pills that turn you on.
And they've come to see me climb a wall of shame
If it's too tall, I'll break it down.
But the past is shot and the future's just an axe waiting to fall.
Because in my mind, there's so little peace.
I go to war when I wake. And I'll go to hell when I'm dead.
Wait for the knock. Or the call of a friend.
A call to bring me back from somewhere.
Maybe the end isn't all...
Nothing from nothing leaves nothing.
A clock of zeros ticking louder, then thumping.
Climbing up the walls in ascension.
The second hand is spinning and you ain't protected.
I heard the shots go round the lonely corner.
Waiting for it to happen. Talking in my sleep.
Standing back to back with a stranger and a shadow
And a broken attachment. An auger and an omen
And the will to catch it.
I heard the shots go round the lonely corner.
There's a sin that sleeps in pills that turn you on.
And my last thought before sleep was of a sawed-off shotgun.
Your father called me a freak. Your brother wants my head
And I'm going to give it to him.
Broken by degrees. You were beautiful
And I was weak...and lonely.
Hung from the curse of a number.
Webbed in the strings of a puppet.
There's nothing left here to say.
No one to speak too. No god to pray.
What if there's no soul to save?
I let it slip into the void.
A heaven we hallucinate
Behind the scaffolds of this dead world ís face.
Baptize my deformed head thru a hole in space.
And let it slip...into...the void.
Friends or strangers, I've turned them away.
Another time, another place.
Another year, another day.
Burnt Eclipse. Do you hear it coming?
Let it slip. Do you feel it coming?
Burnt Eclipse. Do you hear it coming?
Let it slip. Into...the...void.