It's a tangible death and I can almost handle it
When it cancels my breath put your hand over my candle then rest
There's no pain in this fist's release
I put my elbows on the window frame, glass pressed against my cheeks
Everything I see is mine
I never look back--I couldn't ask the same of those I leave behind
They're just bubbles rushing toward the water's surface
A clumsy stage hand making a grand exit...caught in the curtains
A person should have pulled this rope long ago
Before the water hole froze over I saw the snow
The best cue for rescue is a couple yanks
Pressed my luck, held my breath enough, but then my stomach sank
Should have never been walking the plank with cement shoes
without an oxygen tank or wet suit
Destitute conditions leave fishermen victims of circumstance
But you don't need a hook for the worms to dance

Off to the bathroom to sniff another line
There's a big party going on and you're not invited
Now I'm just howling at the moon, sippin' on its shine
There's a huge rock hurling through space, won't you help me light it?
Playing jump rope with my veins tonight
Budget's dumb low, but I paid the price
The DJ saved my life
Nothing could cut into my fun, but the razor might

This song is brought to you courtesy...
Of Medicine prescription...
Dead again Christian...
1968...
and b-boys on affe
Of course, my utter and...
Absolute obligation to...
Never be bad...