A shot rings out
And drops hallow bones
Food for the worms
Hands start to shake
Water runs low
The green moon is whole
And the ravine walls are too tall
Are we close or am I lost at sea slowly drifting across?
Songs never take
A shape I don't hate
Of beauty and prowess above the ravine walls
Wake up call he's blown a gasket
Core meltdown evacuate
Face is molded like it's plastic
Features strike jack Nicholson
Killing moon I failed to see it
Madey madey going down
Copy copy do you read me?
Killing time is panic now
Panic now
Panic now
Find my bones in a plastic bag
Or in a dumpster

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