-Chad Murdy-
Behind the doors of the mystery
Theater the empty hand
Holds the most illusions
Among the leaves of the
Virgin Forest the naked creature
Can claim the most inventions
As we witness the last wave
And walkabout for days
Don't look back now
Don't show you're afraid
On the blood covered ice
The last to fall through
Is the man who's down on all fours
In the dark of our victory
Is a mind as closed
As a pair of folding doors
Lying heavy-heavy lying
Lying heavy-heavy lying
Our revenge on life's
The opposite of suicide
And taking the swell of the stings
In the resisted light
We steal a new history
By clipping the grasshopper's wings
Our revenge on life's
The opposite of suicide
Our revenge on life's
The opposite of suicide
Repeat
Chad Murdy
© 2003 Hanged Man Music BMI