Suicide in Progress (Acoustic)

There's a little animal

Way up in the air

My nose and tongue are roving

But maybe it’s not there

There's a little man now

In the middle of the earth

He gives himself these orders

And let it all be burned

There are lots of makeshift wonders

Seven in the world

Five of them will not be noticed

And three will not be heard

There's a meal, there’s a window

There's a face that you can't see

You can keep what you've stolen

Just give it back to me

I vow to taste my vengence

Even if they dare

Maybe his time is coming

And maybe he's better off