If you only knew how much I'd die just to hold you without my hands disguised
As the darkness approaches the light, I welcome the dead into my soul
And as vanity strikes with a vengeance to bury me under this 6 feet of snow
I've fallen in love

I'm a man with scissors for hands, I long for a love that I know I can't have
It's so sad, my heart in your hands, I melt like the snow in the part where you dance
(the part where you dance)

What’s it like to be a marble?
Did I get something in your eye?
She’s a referee, and I’m lethally
Overdosed on pumpkin pie.
Yes the future is mount delicious son
But the leaf changes forms continuum
My destiny is calling me, it says
Jon Mess you should own a gun.

Strange things happen in nighttime hours
Yesterday's buds, tomorrow's flowers
Those who speak numbers, refuse the great forgiver
And powerful men raise your hands and deliver
All the superstitions to which we all cling
While high minds in Geneva ponder e8 vs. string
The sun hides itself, concealing its grin
And waits for the dawn to reveal itself again

Oh, young cardinals
Nesting in the trees
Oh, hear our songs
And reign your innocence on me

I used to roll the dice
feel the fear in my enemies eyes
listen as the crownd would sing:
"Now the old king is dead long live the king!"
One Minute i held the key
Next the walls had closed on me
I discovered that my castles Stand
Upon Pillars Of Salt and pillars of sand

She's well acquainted
With the touch of the velvet hand
Like a lizard on a window pane
The man in the crowd with the
Multicolored mirrors on his hobnail boots

Lying with his eyes
While his hands are busy working overtime
A soap impression of his wife
Which he ate and donated to the National Trust