Freeze, the witness freeze pressed between the leaves In a nest the anesthesian weaves Crow, we all eat crow, filled beneath below the bitter pill That the philistines extol And the auctioneer cum alchemist is drawing near And the gavel rears it's iron fist and you're still here Toast our hero toast limp and comatose To the brim of a thimble full of hope And the auctioneer cum alchemist is drawing near And the gavel rears it's iron fist and you're still here There'a a man on the ledge with his feet of clay And he picks at the knot that he cannot fray And he hopes against hopes it would just go away There's a man on the ledge with his feet of clay And he dreams of a place that he can't explain And he hopes against hopes he could just fly away Sleep with the sleep pressed between the leaves In the nest the anesthesian dreams And the auctioneer cum alchemist is drawing near And the gavel rears it's iron fist and you're still here