I'll peel my skin off
And set it on fire.
Then, when you see,
Will you believe me?

When the beetles crawl
Out of my throat,
Out of my withered heart,
Out of my brain,
Out of my fingertips
And my arms
And these legs
That always walked
And walked
So swiftly,

Then will you believe?

When my left eye is in prison,
Where we payed to win
A chance to pay
To learn
To win,
Rolling underfoot,
Stepped on and squashed,
And sticks to the bottom
Of your shiny black shoe,

Will you believe me?

When my right arm is
Half buried, still working,
Digging,
Digging,
Digging it's own grave,
When my left leg is dancing
On the stage
And falls
Into the Pit
With an empty echo,
When the audience gasps,
And my hollow head ceases to sing,
When the curtains close,
And the lights go out,
And it's too late
To save your Show,

Will you believe me?