When time winds down,
If I’m sat at the precipice,
Witness to the loss,
My only wish is that my last breath,
Might taste of cabbage and cigarette smoke,
Unforgettably potent,
So I might extend my lease,
Through pure power of presence.
How we'll learn to love the cornucopia machines
When time winds down,
If I’m sat at the precipice,
Witness to the loss,
My only wish is that my last breath,
Might taste of cabbage and cigarette smoke,
Unforgettably potent,
So I might extend my lease,
Through pure power of presence.