always take one on the chin
the devil dogs and scorpions peel away and wear my skin
less than the angels but more of the same
no gre'thor will lay their claim
whether the intentions are violent or just mundane
with the wind he disappeared
confirming everything that i feared
the time passed is shown by the length of his beard
salayman stands dead on his feet
waiting for termites to resolve his conceit
in the air waits the disease
but tonight i'm invincible; tomorrow i'll crawl
in the air waits the disease
might be hard to keep down
taste the penalty of the blazing fire
sing with the devil's choir
never thick and never thin
the rattle trap night ends where it begins