Brain Gallop

Before the knife gets red

Civilization rears its pretty head

I hope it won't stick

Sometimes these words are such bitter friends

Come back to bite you in the rearest of endsThere's not much left inside my tank today

There's just enough to come and whisk you away

There's not much left inside my tank today

There's just enough to come and throw you awayI have no idea when we crystallized into talking bookends

But facts they are facts

I gotta have it so I won't let go

I know you like it when I come on too slowThere's not much left inside my tank today

There's just enough to come and whisk you away

There's not much left inside my tank today

There's just enough to come and throw you away