It's only when your poison spins into the life you'd hoped to live

that suddenly you wake up in a shaking panic.

You set me up like a lamb to slaughter

Garbo as a farmer's daughter,

unbelievable, the gospel according to who?

I lay right down.

Don't turn your talking points on me, 

history will set me free.

The future's ours and you don't even read the footnote now.

So who's chasing you? Where did you go?

You disappeared mid-sentence

in a judgement crisis I see my anecdote for it,

you weakened shell.

All your sad and lost apostles

hum my name and flare their nostrils,

choking on the bones you toss to them.

Well I'm not one to sit and spin

'cause living well's the best revenge.

Baby, I am calling you on that.

You savour your dying breath.

Well, I forgive but I don't forget.

You work it out, let's hear that argument again.

All your sad and lost apostles

hum my name and flare their nostrils,

choking on the bones you toss to them.

Well I'm not one to sit and spin

'cause living well's the best revenge.

Baby, I am calling you on that.