A Temperamental Widower

We're not going backwards
We're not going backwards

We're just killing onward to die.
Put that knife away.
My first thought, a dragon.
My first thought, a dragon

Two contending marches.

Put that knife away.
She'll sting you to death like a swarm of hornets from the hive.
Endlessly I drift into this distraction.
Sign my name to shame
Press hard, there are three copies.

You'll put me in the grave.
You'll put me in the grave.

We're not going backwards
We're not going backwards

We're just killing onward to die.
Put that knife away.
Put that knife away.

Making progress like that of a dead man.
Constant last words.
The last word.
The last words.

No estamos yendo hacia atras
No estamos yendo hacia atras

Solo estamos matando mas adelante para morir
quita ese cuchillo
mi primer pensamiento, un dragon
mi primer pensamiento, un dragon

dos marchas opuestas

quita ese cuchillo
ell ate punzara con la muerte como un enjambre de avispones de la colmena
interminablemente fluyo hacia esta distracción
firmo mi nombre a la vergüenza
presiona duro, hay tres copias

me pondrás en la tumba
me pondrás en la tumba

No estamos yendo hacia atras
No estamos yendo hacia atras

Solo estamos matando mas adelante para morir
quita ese cuchillo
quita ese cuchillo

Hacienda progreso como ese hombre muerto
Ultimas palabras constantes
La ultima palabra
Las ultimas palabras