Running Joke / Paper Machete Alive in the Catacombs

When I was a little boy, I looked under the stairs. The king and the pawns Were caught unawares. Standing in the shadows, a Whisperer to be. Was fishing in the darkness Of Possibilities. Just Look At you now. Yeah. Mm. Look at you Now. Oh. Look at you now. Among Such style and grace, Our highest hopes. Love standing still, the running joke. Where goes the warm embrace? It fades without return. It lives to slip through fingertips and Burn. I don't care what you think anymore. Doesn't matter anyway. Donov-op victim Perpetrator. Just a paper machete. Yeah. Mm. The truth is just a piece of Clay. You sculpt and change to hide that you Erase. You think you're brave, all the plans you've made Behind my back and from far away. Truth is face to face, you're a coward, Sharp as a paper machete. Yeah. Now I know you'd use anything, Anyone to make yourself look clean. In sickness, no vows mean anything. So long, Cruelty. So long, Too late. So long, my love Is dead. But just Look At you now. Yeah. Oh, look at you now. Yeah. Oh, look at you now. Yeah. Oh, look at you Now. Yeah, Yeah. Look at you now. Yeah. Oh, look at you now. Yeah. Oh. Look at you now