Look fast, it's happening He's a right tyrannosaurus It's pouring out Of angel dust eye-corners Think for a moment The sea of smashed ceramic With shards of skulls is parting for you, pirate Going far They're curling 'round your fingers And wax gargoyles Are reaching for your eyelid
Look fast, it's happening He's a ball of liquid paper It's pouring out like ash from his eye-corners Think for a moment The sea storms in your fingers Glowing skulls are looking at you, hungry Going for him They're cutting off his fingers And wet gargoyles are drooling on his body
