Analysis of Threads of death

If you ask the long-haired metal fool,
she’ll tell you one possible version of the truth.

She knows the way to break on through.

As do you.

As do I.  

An obvious ‘s cool.

You left it in the CD’s eye.

“Oh no! How did that get there?!”

You shouldn’t give life to an impossible lie.

I would burn the world to hold your hand.

But I’ve signed a contract to be in charge of sand.