Last Minute Cycle

There's a monster waiting at the door

Leaving scattered organs on the porch

See a silhouette of a certain ghost

What goes on inside when the curtains close?

Do you dance alone?

Choose the mantra that you think you'll need

Measure passing time by the falling leaves

Back when we were kids, we used to believe

One of us would make it on TV

But it couldn't be me

It couldn't be me