'Cause you know when you're in, you're in
The drive flickers like a candle
Accessing lines stored within
Instill a fear he'll soon expose
Replete with a wooden constellation
To seal the doors closed
While he sold his children's souls
Black-eyed man doesn't understand
That the world is no more stupid than he is convincing
When will he understand?
With a gun in a gentle hand?
It's the tolerance of those he tried to piss on
That let him get this far
But he thinks he won the hand...
There's a black old soul
In a black-eyed man
Too predisposed to compensate
Stuck on the roundabout
With no idea the inside is out
So on we play
Fool yourself when you can
Kill yourself when you can