At all
For lack of fortune
It'll roll right in
But the wait is torture
The bones in my face
Are tattered and contorted
The bones in my face
Take it as it stands
Right before you
Take its calloused hand
Heed the warning
Someday soon you will
Someday soon you will
Fall down at my feet
Fall down at my feet
I will eat my fill
I will eat my fill
Every time we meet
Time we meet
