pen is out of blood black circled eyes aint no juice left in the limenthoughts in knots naught for plans even to pantomimenno ups and downs on either sidenbut the cage doors open go get em tiger lady luck you know youre right beside her you cant stay in this lane for longnwhile the hands of the clock string string you alongnnif not now if not now when? weve got to create our own revolutionsnnspirit cancer our severed souls cant feel the nights cant feel the morningsncus you got lacerations on your serotonin highsnyou dont heed the warningsnnvein is out of ink red whites of eyes of note nothing comes to mindnkiss me with tongues of flame to melt the icencus i cant break fuck all tonightnare you waiting for someone to save you? make a move before it drives you crazynyou cant stay in this lane for longnwhile the hands of the clock string string you alongnnlivings such a fertile climenmoments by the millions march in timenwait and watch the parade go bynour bodies come prepared to climbnwe waste our arms and legs and deprive our eyesnwait and watch the parade go bynnan object in motion tends to stay alive