The air grows heavy with the stench of expectation
The artist collapses amid his own creations
I am Oskar Matzerath
I am Oskar Matzerath
The creatures slide over to his body on the floor
Leeching the blood of the one that they adore
What has he done with his life? (guitar comes in, heavily distorted)
What did he do to his life?
CHORUS
Could this be Jesus? X 4
By yourself some rope and I promise you'll use it
It's hard to maintain hope every time that you lose it
What do you do to yourself?
What can you prove to yourself?
INSTRUMENTAL BIT
CHORUS
LONG INSTRUMENTAL BIT, OCCASIONAL NOISES INTO MIC
The body on the floor never felt like mine
Until I realised I was no longer alive
Promise you can make me whole
Promise not to tell a soul
CHORUS AND FADE OUT