The Rifle's Spiral - Live From The Lot

Dead lungs command it
 You pour your life down the rifle's spiral
 And show us you've earned it
 Cleric's fog will recede right before your eyes
 So long to this wretched form
 Down gray eyes on the subway
 Long before you were born
 You were always to be a dagger floating
 Straight to their heart
 Listen, now, we won't tell anyone
 But you're gonna tell the world
 So life ain't then any fun
 May this rail unfurl
 As you rise; rise from your burning fiat
 Go, go get my suitcase, would you?
 You've thoroughly blown their mind
 And now I must have passage on the lines
 To the veins from your heart
 You're not invisible, now
 You just don't exist
 Your mother must be so proud
 You sublimate yourself, granting us a wish
 Primitive mirror on the wall
 To fortify your grim resolve
 And made the glitz of a shopping mall
 Another grain of indigent salt to the sea
 Go back to this wretched form
 All them gray eyes on the subway
 So long before you were born
 You were always to be a dagger floating
 Straight to their heart