Where have you been lying
Ever since the fortunes changed their minds?
You're nothing but a sleeping quarry
Caught up in the snares that you, yourself have lain
But I am not your keeper
Don't call for me when you finally realize
No one's coming, so you'd better find some peace

When you wash up
I will fold my hands
And contemplate the ways
To keep you in your place
Your place

Please tell me, why have you been mourning
Since the day you really met yourself?
Well you and all your seething, lowlife best friends
Were lining up like sparrows on a wire
And you were singing, 'I would like to see you at your worst
'At your worst'

And your Maker was a servant
Who plowed 'til He was swollen
And fell into the ground, ground, ground, ground

His phantom took the shape of
Your seven years of labor
But you would not stay down, down
I couldn't get you, because you got me first
You were a fixture, I must have been a fool
I couldn't face you, because your face was mine
But I will be long gone, before I take your side

Through all that pitch and resin
You were somehow still breathing
But why have you been mourning
Ever since we fixed your head?
We're nothing but receding figures
Robbing each other of our final thoughts