Your sworn enemy
Is coming for you
The symphony sound
Of epiphany tunes
You better know what's
Best for you
Some sort of a clown
Is urging me on
To push myself down
For his silly songs
Here on the side, lying
Giving birth

To a chain of accidents
It's the only true romance

I'm driving alone
Hungry as hell
But leaving the last bite
For somebody else
Who's not as good
As what he gets

It's a chain of accidents
I'm a waste of elements
It’s a chain of accidents
I'm a waste of elements
I live in a black light