All I'm Losing Is Me

The moon hangs like the blade of an axe tonight,and it's poised to drop sometime soon enough on this dump truck where I lie mixed up with the morning's trash.There's a piece of glass sticking in my back and tar covering my mouth.But it's okay cause I'm still breathing and my hands are free of the heap.when I think that I see that big blade falling.And I think that I see that big blade coming.And the pressure is getting to me and the waste in which I sit is just lurking beside me.And I can't tell if it's me or the meat that's rotting.I'm gonna have to give up sometime soon.But it's okay cause I'm still breathing and my hands are free of the heap.when I think that I see that big blade falling.And I think that I see that big blade coming.You can watch me disappear.You can watch me.All I'm losing is me.And I think that I see that big blade falling.And I think that I see that big blade coming to slice open a great canyon through the earth so you can watch me disappear.