Lyrics

The hunt is over now You've almost made it out It took us several days To remove your tumor thought benign Bracing for it My, how the tables have turned My, how the tables have turned Don't look down I hold in hand the answers to life Six heads to a neck And I know they try to survive in the night Thick are their wits, they have many names They reach for a kiss And end all of those with alloy and aim Kiss Trust us, they'll promise this won't hurt a bit Trust us, they'll say this won't hurt a bit Pain has the worst taste in its mouth Anger will drive you into the deepest of mind Hate condemns a man of trusting his love Time knows truth is only saying I, I