Balsa wood stairwell predicts that I'll slip
The spattering of my spine
Fill out these forms and you're ready to go
Now sign above the dotted line
The muscle of the man with the muzzle in his hand
The piercing stab of his good eye
A teal-colored knapsack stole my seat
So I got up and waved goodbye
Stone maker, heartbreaker
Either way, it all comes out in wash
Clock tower, superpower
Either way, it all comes out in wash
A stacked out slam pack stacked to the rafters
With gossip and rhetoric
The man with the face leash stubs out his stogie
And the scent of it makes me sick
Police be advised, there's a boy in disguise
Slinging shifters in a bar on Fifth
But he's caught doing ninety when he slams into a pine tree
And the car length equals the width
Now if I could only imbed the look in my head
With the lead in this serrated knife's edge
I'd probably confuse the two of them together
And I'd have to quit being a pledge
Now the silent alarm brings both peace and harm
And when I'm asking which, it depends
But the man left the stand with the silent film running still
And I can't get up 'til it ends
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