The Giant Lyrics

I guess you're done. You're doomed. You can stop licking

your wounds. You're just recycled ash. You're just going

back



But the strong will survive! The poets will cry, but not

I. Not I.



The planets move, and all is right!



Draw the giant's outline in chalk next to the bloody

slingshot's rock, and we'll bury him along with your

statistics.



And the weak will comply, leak, and resign with still

eyes. Still eyes.



The planets move, and so do I!