The Rifle's Spiral
The Shins Lyrics

Dead land's collided.
Two desolate areas have come together.

You pour your life down the rifle's spiral
You've dedicated your life to violence and destruction.

And show us you've earned it.
You want recognition for your actions.

Cleric's fog will recede right before your eyes.
Religious confusion will clear for you.

So long to this wretched form.
Goodbye to a miserable existence.

Down gray eyes on the subway.
Passing through the mundane, monotonous routine of life.

Long before you were born
Your destiny was set in motion before you existed.

You were always to be a dagger floating
You were meant to be deadly and dangerous.

Straight to their heart.
You were always meant to strike at the core of someone.

Listen, now, we won't tell anyone.
We'll keep your secrets.

But you're gonna tell the world.
Eventually, your actions will be exposed.

So life ain't then any fun.
Your violent actions take away the joy of living.

May this rail unfurl.
May the path before you lead to something better.

As you rise; rise from your burning fiat,
You're on fire and unstoppable.

Go, go get my suitcase, would you?
Take care of the necessary tasks for me.

You've thoroughly blown their mind.
Your actions have shocked and surprised others.

And now I must have passage on the lines
I need to be a part of your journey.

To the veins from your heart.
I need to be close to you as you continue on this dangerous path.

You're not invisible, now.
You've gained attention and recognition for your actions.

You just don't exist.
Despite your newfound notoriety, you feel empty inside.

Your mother must be so proud.
Sarcastic comment about a mother's reaction to their child's violent actions.

You sublimate yourself, drowning us of rich.
You're suppressing your true self and hurting those around you.

Primitive mirror on the wall,
An old, basic mirror that reflects your primitive nature.

To fortify your grim resolve.
To strengthen your determination to continue on this dark path.

And made the glitz of a shopping mall
And even the glamorous things in life fail to satisfy you.

Another grain of indigent salt for the sea.
Another small, unsatisfactory addition to the larger picture.

Go back to this wretched form
Return to your miserable, unhappy existence.

All them gray eyes on the subway
People are still living their mundane lives, oblivious to your actions.

So long before you were born
Your destructive path was set in motion before you even existed.

You were always to be a dagger floating
Your violent nature was always a part of you.

Straight to their heart.
You were always meant to strike at the core of someone.