Grade Lyrics

Album: Headfirst Straight To Hell

Twenty Moons Lyrics

with broken arms, 

a nasty note and a dead rat, 

I carry with me 

her suspension of disbelief 

why can’t I be the genius 

who solved the greatest 

problems of his time 

am I even beyond 

metaphorical assistance 

why must I be a paint brush 

when we need a wrench 

her arrival at the correct velocity 

in order to perceive 

has been cancelled, and filed away 

this abstraction shall 

repeat in sequence