Crank the ratchet slowly to measure our inequities   Each bone that breaks reveal a new point of stress to me   A catalyst of suicide, a wound to be dressed   Quiet on the set, your death has taken it's turn to be in progress      [Solo Tony]      Squeeze the hammer slowly to bury our honesty   A song for dying swans reveals a path for me   A catalyst of suicide, a wound to infect   Our death will be appreciated, swollen tongue forever      Laced with vitriol   Choking on the residue we leave      It's time to roll the bones   Your end I must advise   With confidence I sin   False grieving now begins   Belittles your demise   In minutes just a memory of faded apparitions      (spoken)   These are the final words that will be penned from me   As empires rise, they do just fall   And history shall forever repeat   So now I dig deep into my black beating heart   And with open arms welcome you to oblivion...