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.
and 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.
and 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.