death is ill tell you i dont care how many screams you can hear i dont care how many cry death is a million times accessible and more dangerous as life if you knew what was ahead of you if you knew what was ahead of you youd be more glad and accepting over it my back to the wolf with the plans that i made for the song can you hear me sing can you hear my serenade never mind the irony my face to the cloud let the bones pick loud bitter melic never fail me now better sung from the pedestal sermons of better worlds my back to the wolf fill the vats make a line from the back keep the iddy biddies calm as we all prepare for the masquerade for the razor blade must have lost my way but i sure do clean up good pretty picture do you like me will you follow me no more talk no words join the revolution pretty picture do you like me would you die for me my voice to the tape let the ceremony set light to the page better burned in the memory they will remember me my back to the gun and the cups to the brim and the drips to the last to be sealed forever in the past take a picture of me take a picture of me must have lost my way but i sure do clean up good pretty picture do you like me will you follow me no more talk no words join the revolution pretty picture do you like me would you die for me commit an act of revolutionary suicide protesting the conditions of an inhumane world must have lost my way but i sure do clean up good pretty picture do you like me will you follow me no more talk no words join the revolution pretty picture do you like me would you die for me weve set an example for others weve set one thousand people who said we dont like the way the world is