Eighty-eight ways to build and destroy I dig my own grave. I carve my decoy. O. What should I be in this world so self-destructing O, what should I be in this world so self-constructing
Eighty-eight ways to build and destroy I fuel my decay. I trample my joy O, what should I be in this world so self-destructing O, what should I be in this world so self-constructing
Gravity and entropy They have it out inside of me
The hermit and the hero walk in parallel lines One with bow and arrow, the other bowed eyes In the house of mirrors Looking different but the same One pendulum swings from loving To and back from disdain
Eighty-eight ways to build and destroy I dig my own grave. I carve my decoy O, what should I be in this world so self-destructing O, What should I be in this world so self-constructing