i know i know i know it's over upon the platform inside
the slaughter house just a slip away from murder oooooooooover
in the night a mystery should unfold where i wish for
waking up unaware but it's not unclear at all underlined
in red on your jacket sleeve were the curse blank as
a toothache but it's not unclear at all I knowi know
i know i know it's over your final descent ick ick
ick ick ick mixing pills and gas with incest on the
plane ooooover folded up the last year of your life
every play you tried to write in school venice is the
right place to kill yourself like a cricket blob in
the cactus club pass away and chirping in my ear