My engine runs
On the sweat of those who passed
Your recent lover
Is laying under the overpass
I'm in my crown
Conversating to you
I keep my body
In working order for the Wiccan
She paints my skin
Don't worry I am well fed
There's nothing here to see
Run along in misery
And there's nothing left to be
Or so it feels like
I'm not good with delicacy
But when the lightings right
There's nothing here to see
Run along in misery
There's nothing here to see
Run along in misery