Pt. 1 (The Sun Is Gone)

At what moment of time
Did sharp cutting motion allow decline
Access to the capillary
A citrus in a cemetery
A sterile performance
Presented by Iron Knee.
Stamp out ticket admits
That you have kept
No room for reaction
Eyes glued to attraction.
Screams «off with her head!»
Self reserved a drink.
Tries to make a connection.
She’s kept her feet crossed.
You’re stuck on an end.
Oh what has happened to me?
Well I’m just happy to be.
What has gotten in me.
Would have you grinding your teeth.
Maybe I’ll crawl right through your walls.
Maybe I’ll come up through your floor.
Do silent treats chase anxiety leaving vacancy.
If it fills you cut me up I am numb.
I fill the gap between our atmospheres.
I’ve seen the common goal of man (that stare from above)
I steer the ocean clear of chemicals (I'll be riding my whip)
And wipe the dirt right off your hands.
At a carnival laying skeletal bones across the lake.
Don’t forget where you came from or place your heart on stone.
The contents to your table still need to be shown.