The Killing Jar

Down where this ugly man seeks his sustenance

Down in the blue, midnight flare

A glass hand cuts through the water

Scything into his twisted roots

Then from his eyes

Spring fireflies

Breathing life into a roaring disguise

Needles and sins, sins and needles

He's gasping for air

In the wishing well

Dust to rust, ashes on gashes

Hand around the killing jar

Hand around the killing jar

A soft hoodwink of shadows, the size of make-believe

Punches through his spike of rage

A glass hand cuts through the water

Snuffing out the magic fury

Then from inside

Bolt lightning cries

Swiftly crushed the final, muffled sighs

Needles and sins, sins and needles

He's gasping for air

In the wishing well

Dust to rust, ashes on gashes

Hand around the killing jar

Hand around the killing jar

Hand around the killing jar

Hand around the killing jar

Hand around the killing jar

Hand around the killing jar

A killing jar

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh, ah-ah, oh-oh, ah-ah

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh

Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

Oh, oh-oh