Chainsong to daisy chain. Endless razor To the brain. A lesson in The good migrane Time to dust the dawn I don’t know I answer yes I’m innocent I confess I test the limit I can’t rest Time to dust the dawn My fever Out of tune I threw an empty At the moon They wrote a book It was too soon Must’ve been my story The party’s over So they say Do yourself a favor Get out of the way Throwing knives Is yesterday I pay me respects to the dirt