Equinox

Finitude is drinking from polished skulls No need to judge it's just what we had lying around Flattery as dead currency Fatigue is a factor And leads to common sense Randomly paid in pain A ransom, your slave Bedside manner Curb appeal Roadside attractions Cheap souvenirs The road forked and we've made our choices This tongue is licked by various broken voices My cheerfulness has given way to unconsciousness, yet another mistake Pulverized into a dust fine enough to sprinkle on your raw meat The whole world is risk As a balance, the fulcrum is my head It's a pain, and something I can't explain But I'll keep this brief, it's I'll keep this brief, it's Not for me, not for me to decide the best place to hide It's just what we had lying around Not for me to decide The best place to hide Crestfallen