Three Minutes for a Detuned Diorama

In the time of every detuned thing Coming forward, only to fade back in You got no money, you're still alive You'll spend everything on plane tickets 'til the day you die And when you got nothing nice to say you don't say anything That doesn't truly help to overthrow the king Bring me the head of the past, I need to see it How big is the monster looking over your shoulder? How big is the river in which you are the boulder? I wish my heart would manage to grasp it all I take it in One at a time (I take it in) I put sugar on everything In the time of every little breath Being one Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippis Closer to death And in the time of wrapping heads 'round poles and watching them dance What will come, nobody knows, but I'll run with you, I'll take the chance How big is the monster looking over your shoulder? How big is the river in which you are the boulder? I wish my heart would manage to grasp it all I take it in One at a time I take it in I put sugar on everything But dear, the skeleton always smiles As if there was something funny about the afterlife