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The moon hangs like the blade of an axe tonight
And it's poised to drop sometime soon enough
On this dump truck where I lie
Mixed up with the morning's trash
There's a piece of glass sticking in my back and tar covering my mouth
But it's okay 'cause I'm still breathing and my hands are free of the heap, whoa-yeah
When I think that I see that big blade falling
And I think that I see that big blade coming
And the pressure is getting to me
And the waste in which I sit is just lurking beside me
And I can't tell if it's me or the meat that's rotting
I'm gonna have to give up sometime soon
But it's okay 'cause I'm still breathing and my hands are free of the heap, whoa-yeah
When I think that I see that big blade falling
And I think that I see that big blade coming
You can watch me disappear
You can watch me
All I'm losing is me
And I think that I see that big blade falling
And I think that I see that big blade coming to slice open a great canyon
Through the earth so you can watch me disappear
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