text: Vanity was a vain subject from the start
  Everything that is given is just luck
  But time wont do me justice just enough
  Its time to shorten my biography
  For the name of genius
  Time wont do me justice enough
  For dying doesnt nearly interest me
  As much as killing myself
  Theres something attractive about control
  Even though artificial
  Final thoughts on final days
  I cant wait to stretch my legs on suns warm surface
  Cat got my tongue eyes mind sighs
  And took them away
  Blindfolded circus jump for help
  Off a tall structure figurehead
  The facts and blood and everything
  Hit me over and over as i become
  Even less sober and shrink lonely
  In a narrow grey corner
  The facts and blood and everything
  Hit me over and over as i become
  Even less sober and shrink lonely
  In a narrow grey corner