wipe the blood off of your facenand praise his namencelebrate this non-event na year today nnyou'll never be as beautifulnor so borednas you are todaynnand the hands on your watchnwill get faster in spite of younand your heart it will stopnit will grind to a haltnnand the banners are all outnfor the last years bad lucknnand your tears they are waternand the water will turn to saltnnand is there still some hope in younthat a cure has been foundnit will make its way towards the seanand it will crawl into your sleeping mouthnnand the hands on your watchnwill get faster in spite of younand your heart it will stopnit will grind to a haltnnand the banners are all outnfor the last years bad lucknnand your tears they are waternand the water will turn to saltnnoh it will turn tonoh it will turn to salt