What isn't finished that was never started A vortex tubing that's remote retarding Discharged before the accident that happened waylaid Seen through a cracked orbital spasm interrupted surgery Pulsating, deep-blue-reeling headlong Some copper coins are really made of tin foil Unable to get the neurology demanded Growing unsteady, hardly ready, jerking more perverted Your days are numbered Start counting backwards Sculpting statues of yourself Plague-deep drifting drowning health The curse is a lie The interstates, the creeping toil The multi-national who*es have mothered all Yes I know It's out of bounds, against the law, it's everything that's right for us that's wrong Yes I know Yes I know, I know and that's for sure The smallest people in your pockets never mingle A wreck in signals now creating doubt that's (pointed) inward Pretend to play defender while on the offensive Still stabbing, cross-armed-crooked, pouring blood that smells expensive Sculpting statues of yourself Plague-deep drifting drowning health The curse is a lie