I sit here shooting blanks

Out at emptiness

Ain't nothing I really want to kill

Maybe time, I guess

I sit and spin the world on its flip side

And I listen backwards for meaning

'Cause I'm a stickman

I live with one dimension dead

Trying not to think too many moves ahead

I draw from memory

The stillest kind of life

Cut slide after slide

Mental pain's the sharpest knife

Project what's done for everyone to see

To me it's just a reversal

And I'm a stickman

In frames that go one by one

If I sped it up, you'd see I'm on the run

From some monster off-screen

Killing sons

Lonely makes me blue

Envy turns me green

Hate might paint me red

If I load my magazine

But not just now when it's easy to stay clean

When no one sees where you're bleeding

And I'm a stickman

Stickman