The moon hangs like the blade of an axe tonight,
and its poised to drop sometime soon enough
on this dump truck where I lie mixed up with the mornings trash.
Theres a piece of glass sticking in my back and tar covering my mouth.
But its okay cause Im still breathing and my hands are free of the heap.
And I think that I see that big blade falling.
And I think that I see that big blade coming.
And the pressure is getting to me and the waste in which
I sit is just lurking beside me.
And I cant tell if its me or the meat thats rotting.
Im gonna have to give up sometime soon.
But its okay cause Im still breathing and my hands are free of the heap.
And I think that I see that big blade falling.
And I think that I see that big blade coming.
You can watch me disappear.
You can watch me.
All Im losing is me.
And I think that I see that big blade falling.
And I think that I see that big blade coming to slice open a great canyon
through the earth so you can watch me disappear.
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