Killswitch indifference to a liquid narrative
Obviously I tried writing you out of the will
I just hadn't the guts to lie through my teeth
Though only because I'm susceptible
To the truth on the bleakest of moons
And though there is beauty in a whole truth
The knotty roots of a shameful past
Each new shoot is an escape root
And make no mistake we are living out our last days
Where the one eyed man was king
Until he lost his fucking mind, hey
We cram clammy hands into empty pockets
A quick whip-round for the long suffering house band
Whilst peace treaties are breached
So we can fuck about half naked on the beaches
Of some far off foreign land
We all get a commemorative fifty pence piece each
For the peace treaties breached
That are never on the ends of the elbows
Digging the graves of the deceased
I'm going to show you all a magic trick, it's sort of a surprise
So, if you just lend me that fifty pence piece in your hand
I'm going to make me, and this fifty pence piece disappear