Текст: The Number Twelve Looks Like You. Marvin's Jungle.

Meet me in front of Garys,
and i'll guard your shadow,
to be sure you don't have to be carried.
May the edges of their dreadful words
slice through the walls of their veins.
I'll shower you with gifts to cover the thorns.
your necklace will be made gracefully with fingers,
the same ones that poked fun at you.
This labyrinth has gotten the best of you,
but I'm here to divide the pain in two.

We all end the same, but please live without any shame.

Now hold on and lets find our way out of this game.
Lets rip off and skin their jaws,
we can where them as crowns for fun.

This maze will get dark,
the thorns will puncture at the wrong turns,
we're all out of breath...
but we will keep on searching,
and our cuts will be theirs.

If we never find our way out, ill sit with you at the bottom,
you wont be alone when he's ready for you to come up.