Look there's no survival here, I've been trying to tell you   This is just the lag time, waiting for the other shoe to drop   When do we draw the line   If not when the river's dry   I'd like to burn off the hat and mustache of the clown   who runs the show   The illusionist and the whisperer   Presiding over cardboard cityscapes   The storm is just a sheet just a sheet of tin   The grain is eggshells   This is not music, It's doomy fanfare   It's just bloodless - Escape artist - Well I'm not one   Rubicon drawn   If not when the river's dry if not when the oceans die