The moon hangs like the blade of an axe tonight
And it's poised to drop sometime soon enough
On this dumptruck where I lie.
Mixed up with the mornings trash
There's a piece of glass sticking in my back
And tar covering my mouth.
But it's ok 'cause I'm 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 can't tell if it's me, or the meat that's rotting.
I'm gonna have to give up sometime soon.
But it's ok 'cause I'm 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 dissappear
You can watch me
All I'm loosing is me
All I'm loosing is me
All I'm loosing is me
All I'm loosing 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 you can watch me dissappear

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