[Instrumental intro] [Instrumental interlude] [Verse] I was born with a shirt, a safe place just to spite Lucifer’s reign. I leap headlong, spend shekels and shins for a glimpse of my gain! I’m digging this pit ever deeper, my ladder of fame, I hammer it day after night till old Charon calls my name. [Pre-Chorus] [Emotional Chorus] My burnout engine churns my dreams around the clock. Its gift for my toil: a prize wrapped in pine and locks — A cramped wooden shack with a root-kissed view of the rock. [Instrumental interlude] [Verse] A breath swings the pick, a blow cuts through wrinkled flocks. I gnaw at life like an ebonite mole in the crust, Hunting a seed of sense in anthracite dusk and dust. Findings? Few — for a ton of filth, a penny’s trust. [Pre-Chorus] [Emotional Chorus] My burnout engine churns my dreams around the clock. Its gift for my toil: a prize wrapped in pine and locks — A cramped wooden shack with a root-kissed view of the rock. [Instrumental interlude] [Verse] Horseflies of lust bite hard at my nape and spine, My nerves spit sparks as angels of twilight dine And frolic on crosses — one day (mark this cursed line!) I’ll bathe in the poison my enemies bled like wine. [Pre-Chorus] [Emotional Chorus] My burnout engine churns my dreams around the clock. Its gift for my toil: a prize wrapped in pine and locks — A cramped wooden shack with a root-kissed view of the rock. [Emotional Chorus] My burnout engine churns my dreams around the clock. Its gift for my toil: a prize wrapped in pine and locks — A cramped wooden shack with a root-kissed view of the rock. [Emotional Chorus] My burnout engine churns my dreams around the clock. Its gift for my toil: a prize wrapped in pine and locks — A cramped wooden shack with a root-kissed view of the rock. [Instrumental outro]
