Baby's First Coffin
The Dillinger Escape Plan
Baby's First Coffin

Stick the diamond to it, gust of wind to the face
Never returning favours, take the prison to the man
I could promise the world if we could travel through time
Don’t back out on me now; relax and remember the promise of the sign.

I wish you could see yourself now; you look at me like a child
The way you glide across the room; instrument of seduction
Let go of it, Rapunzel; let it down
Wait for the signal then bring it down with a smile.