The Shins - The Rifle's Spiral lyrics

Dead lungs command it You pour your life down the rifle's spiral And show us you've earned it The Cleric's 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 ya? You've thoroughly blown their minds And now I must have pa**age; only 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 mirror on the wall To fortify your grim resolve Amid the glitz of a shopping mall Another grain of indigent salt for the sea Good night to these wretched forms All them gray eyes on the subway So long before you were born You were always to be a dagger floating Straight to their heart