Gravity and entropy    They have it out inside of me      Eighty-eight ways to build and destroy    I dig my own grave. I carve my decoy.    O. What should I be in this world so self-destructing    O, what should I be in this world so self-constructing      Eighty-eight ways to build and destroy    I fuel my decay. I trample my joy    O, what should I be in this world so self-destructing    O, what should I be in this world so self-constructing      Gravity and entropy    They have it out inside of me      The hermit and the hero walk in parallel lines    One with bow and arrow, the other bowed eyes    In the house of mirrors    Looking different but the same    One pendulum swings from loving    To and back from disdain      Eighty-eight ways to build and destroy    I dig my own grave. I carve my decoy    O, what should I be in this world so self-destructing    O, What should I be in this world so self-constructing      Gravity and entropy    They have it out inside of me