He says he's a nihilist quaking on a mound of slaughtered kings Sniffing on solvents, solving solutions of what the future brings A royalist and a drug user walk into a bar Both buy their captors drinks accusing the other's gone too far Uh huh Just give them enough rope Just give them enough rope How can I feel myself when I can't even feel my face? I've got more stories to tell but I can't remember time nor place Just wash your hands and teach your hostage how to keep them clean Just watch your neck and cut the nonsense with Hume's guillotine He says he's a pacifist, quaking on a pile of collected things Tearing at his infant lungs whilst the vapour choir sings He danced with chaos, lost his feet because chaos chews his youth Just suck the marrow, boy, don't bite off what you can't chew Huh Just give them enough rope Just give them enough rope How can I feel myself when I can't even feel my face? I've got more stories to tell but I can't remember time nor place Let's see how the vapour choir sing Just don't, just don't