now show
me what your made
of give me
the light and
i'll find
my way now in
cynical
times there
are stereophonical
lines of
gravity and
i can't keep my
balance
on this beam i'm
slipping off
time's up it's
over so snap back
to reality.
snapping traps for
snakes and foxes
but it won't
work slipping on nine
inch nails
and my destiny hails me.