Look there's no survival here, I've been trying to tell you This is just the lag time, waiting for the other shoe to drop When do we draw the line If not when the river's dry I'd like to burn off the hat and mustache of the clown who runs the show The illusionist and the whisperer Presiding over cardboard cityscapes The storm is just a sheet just a sheet of tin The grain is eggshells This is not music, It's doomy fanfare It's just bloodless - Escape artist - Well I'm not one Rubicon drawn If not when the river's dry if not when the oceans die
