Heatwave

Shell of an engine, unexplained

Burst to fire, engulfed in flames

Breathing exhaust, a heatwave mirage

Nothing to lose 'til everything's really gone

It's worse than death, that life

Compressed to fill a page in the Sunday paper

I had the shuddering thought

"This was gonna make me late for work"

Biting a chain, free like a lame

Oh, can you be healed?

Scratch my knees on the gravel

Say, "It's all part of the deal"

Covered in scars, a canyon deep

It's not like what I thought it'd be

The gruesome beauty of your face in everyone I meet

I was on a long spiral down

Before I make it to the ground

I'll wrap Orion's belt around my neck

And kick the chair out

On a long spiral down

Before I make it to the ground

Oh, I will wrap Orion's belt around my neck

And kick the chair out

And I'll kick the chair out

Kick the chair out