Munchausen by Praxis Lyrics

I've stood still long enough to rust

I've gathered layers of

Uncertainty and dust

Still out of reach and out of touch

This overwhelming sense of crisis

Holds me like a drug

If you're a match then

I'm doused in gasoline

In the end we're nothing more than

An arsonist's wet dream

A long winded vow

Devolves to screams and shouts

A novelty without a chance

To warrant little more than

A vacant passing glance

I'm sweating with anticipation