The stand will suffice I suppose
A tunnel painted on a brick wall
When the crowd arrives in droves
they won't question the depth at all
I got a weak heart so I've heard
I wouldn't know because
it hasn't said a word
All the winters not a sound
It probably never had a chance to thaw out
You don't touch what you want to survive
So this distance is keeping me alive
Until the ones that have loved me are dead
I will hold my breath and
pray that my aim is true
The meat sits in my blind spot
The maze around it is the meal I want
The meat sits in my blind spot
Hallelujah got a trophy kill
The meat sits in my blind spot
The maze around it is the meal I want
The meat sits in my blind spot
Hallelujah got a trophy kill
Maybe the flesh will have its day
Maybe the meaning
will not get in the way
God saves every third person
God saves every third person
God saves every third person
but he won't help us if we help ourselves
I only marvel at existence
in the language existence permits
Most hearts make terrible
sounds so I laugh
An army of images stalks
the land in search of ideas
I am struck only when I think to step back
So a stand in will suffice I suppose
A tunnel painted on a brick wall
When the crowd arrives in droves
they don't question the depth at all