A shot rings out

And drops hallow bones

Food for the worms

Hands start to shake

Water runs low

The green moon is whole

And the ravine walls are too tall

Are we close or am I lost at sea slowly drifting across?

Songs never take

A shape I don't hate

Of beauty and prowess above the ravine walls

Wake up call he's blown a gasket

Core meltdown evacuate

Face is molded like it's plastic

Features strike jack Nicholson

Killing moon I failed to see it

Madey madey going down

Copy copy do you read me?

Killing time is panic now

Panic now

Panic now

Find my bones in a plastic bag

Or in a dumpster