A Beggar's Belief Lyrics

Drawn out like a neck; sweet masseuse of rope, and repeating, jamming cogs that form a threadbare noose. Start-stop, start-stop, dangling, twitching; trapdoor springboard. Thermopylae's a broken record. I've got both lens and the audience to fight. You can spin the reel however you like. But the Spartans always die at the end of the film. Clawing hands of tar, discordant klaxons screaming bloody murder. It beggars belief, but believe me, we've nearly even scratched the surface...