All I'm Losing Is Me

The moon hangs like the blade of an axe tonight
 And it's poised to drop sometime soon enough
 On this dump truck where I lie
 Mixed up with the morning's trash
 There's a piece of glass sticking in my back and tar covering my mouth
 But it's okay 'cause I'm still breathing and my hands are free of the heap, whoa-yeah
 When I think that I see that big blade falling
 And I think that I see that big blade coming
 And the pressure is getting to me
 And the waste in which I sit is just lurking beside me
 And I can't tell if it's me or the meat that's rotting
 I'm gonna have to give up sometime soon
 But it's okay 'cause I'm still breathing and my hands are free of the heap, whoa-yeah
 When I think that I see that big blade falling
 And I think that I see that big blade coming
 
 You can watch me disappear
 You can watch me
 All I'm losing is me
 And I think that I see that big blade falling
 And I think that I see that big blade coming to slice open a great canyon
 Through the earth so you can watch me disappear