Concentric circles signal dinner time the tidal waves that skim the surface we're split along the seams we've all been gnawing at the bone and your last breath left us dangling from your spine, and that was fine. Yeah, your last breath left us hanging on the line wondering why you never lose.
After all, the hair falls from your head and a heart attack's been sleeping in your bed but on with the restoration
I'm running on my feet I never stumble as i'm falling 'cause the vultures love to have you in their claws but you offered me my preservation
will all this time my fortune be? and the stunts that brought me to my knees? 'Cause I can't wipe my collar on my own. I'm split along the seams, my head is coming off.