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Shell of an engine, unexplained Burst to fire engulfed in flames Breathing exhaust, a heatwave mirage Nothing to lose till everything's really gone It's worse than death that life compressed To fill a page in the Sunday paper I had the shuddering thought: "This was gonna make me late for work" Biting a chain, free like a lame Oh, can you be healed? Scratch my knees on the gravel Say it's all part of the deal Coverеd in scars a canyon deep It's not like what I thought it'd be The gruеsome beauty of your face in everyone I meet I was on a long spiral down Before I make it to the ground I'll wrap Orion's belt around my neck And kick the chair out On a long spiral down Before I make it to the ground I'll wrap Orion's belt around my neck And kick the chair out And I'll kick the chair out Kick the chair out From Letras Mania