The operating costs of salvation are through the roof.



Overwhelmed as one would be placed in my position
Such a heavy burden now to be the one
Born to bear and bring to all the details of our ending
To write it down for all the world to see
But I forgot my pen... ♥♥♥♥ the bed again...Typical...



When we realise that we have only to dive and we're out of here
We're just skirting on the surface
We have only to click our fingers and we'll disappear
We're just skirting on the surface

Dull eyes trying to pull you through the ice
Being drawn to the ledge

When we realise that we are broke and nothing mends
We can drop under the surface

When we realise we are merely held in suspension
'Til someone comes along and shakes us
As the pattern lines cross their fingers like a web
Do we die upon the surface?

Dull eyes trying to pull you through the ice
Being drawn to the ledge

When we realise that we are broke and nothing mends
We can drop under the surface



Old man Wibble,
Duke of babble,
Drank straight from the bottle,
Danced on the table.
Fortune teller croons,
"The world may tipple.
The world may wobble."
"Raise your bottle
Of God full throttle,
The Liquid Jesus,
Spiritous Sancti.
Write your own fable
Believe it'll all work out."