Satan in the Wait

That bastard had a head like matchstick

A face like he'd been sucking concrete through a straw

Some faces not even a mother can love

Spit and spatter of broken glass from above

There's a tombstone where your headboard used to be

They tell him every night before sleep

Every night before he dreams big and becomes complete

Then he sees himself

Floating high above the certainty of his feet

Meets some gutless worm

Seeking a free ride inside the stomach of a whale

He can live without air for several days, he says

He says, he knows things, this man, he says

He says he wouldn't wait for the light or

The dark to fade, he says he would move

On the mouths of the damned elites

Their bodies are open, their channels are open

This world is opening up

Yeah I'm good for whatever

The other smiles convinced

Tell me what's best and when

I'll save the date, I'll set the tone

I'll wander in my sleep

They each raise a glass and clang

Here's to what will

Here's to the sharpened pencil

Splitting the cast from the skin

Curing the itch, curling the toes

Here's to celebrity and fulfillment

Here's to the top of the world

Here's to the tired leaning wall

Here's to the tragedy to ensue

Their bodies are open, their channels are open

This world is opening up

Their bodies are open, their channels are open

This world is opening up

Today's gonna feel like tomorrow, someday

Tomorrow's gonna feel like yesterday

This world is opening up

This world is opening up

Today's gonna feel like tomorrow, someday

Tomorrow's gonna feel like yesterday

Today's gonna feel like tomorrow, someday

Tomorrow's gonna feel like yesterday

Today's gonna feel like tomorrow, someday

Tomorrow's gonna feel like yesterday

Today's gonna feel like tomorrow, someday

Tomorrow's gonna feel like

It's gonna feel like

It's gonna feel like

It's gonna feel like

It's gonna feel like

It's gonna feel like

It's gonna feel like