The Rifles Spiral
The Shins
Dead lungs command it
You pour your life down the rifle's spiral
And show us you've earned it
Clerics fog will recede right before your eyes

So long to this wretched form
Them gray eyes on the subway
Long before you were born
You were always to be a dagger floating
Straight to their heart

Listen, now, we won't tell anyone
But you're gonna tell the world
This whole life ain't been any fun
Now your viscera unfurls

As you rise, rise from your burning fiat
Go, go get my suitcase, would you?
You've thoroughly blown their mind
And now I must have passage home your life's
Two veins from your heart
You're not invisible, now
You just don't exist
Your mother must be so proud
You sublimate yourself, granting us a wish

Primitive mural on the wall
To fortify your grim resolve
Amid the glitz of a shopping mall
Another grain of indigent salt for the sea

Goodbye to this wretched form
Oh, them gray eyes on the subway
So long before you were born
You were always to be a dagger floating
Straight to their heart
Write the lyrics for a rock song made in 2012, titled "The Rifles Spiral", by artist "The Shins".