Ready to swing
from a string
from the stars
to earth down below
and the others so far
Ready to act
in presumption of accuracy
and just stand up whether I'm
standing for something worth
standing for or
not
Knot the string and
knock the pins and
pin the knocks on
someone else
This is all just one big game of cards
Floating in the space between the stars
Candy dresses, dressed to kill
dressed as poison
dressed as pills
Nothing else will do at all
just 9-1-1
just one more call
One before the curtain falls
The play is work, the work is war
don't wait to hear the battle call
Just rush out into grand melee
Just one big boastful free-for-all
Drifting into blackened space
through that sooty empty place
through every moment you will face
in this lifetime, just in case
As a sacrificial lamb
can turn the gods to side of Man
Let yourself turn inside out
by black holes arching, time without
