Rich Costey - The Rifle's Spiral lyrics

Dead lung's command it You pour your life down the rifle's spiral And show us you've earned it Clerics fog will recede right before your eyes So long to this wretched form Down gray eyes on the subway Long before you were born You were always to be a dagger floating Straight to their heart Listen, now, we won't tell anyone But you're gonna tell the world So life ain't then any fun Now your viscera unfurls As you rise, rise from your burning fiat Go, go get my suitcase, would you? You've thoroughly blown their mind And now I must have pa**age home your life's Two veins from your heart You're not invisible, now You just don't exist Your mother must be so proud You sublimate yourself, granting us a wish Primitive mural on the wall To fortify your grim resolve And made the glitz of a shopping mall Another grain of indigent salt to the sea Goodbye to this wretched form Oh, them gray eyes on the subway So long before you were born You were always to be a dagger floating Straight to their heart