We threw all in our pack and set for a new track


We shall entertain you snails with our “Jar O’Tales”!

“Behold the giant that lied”, the jar replied to a question we never asked

The jar also holds a quicker, yet sicker, schizophrenic bicker

It holds tales of treason and senseless reason

All waiting to break out and leave us all in doubt

At the break of dawn we hopped onto the closest train

…to escape the Jar’s pain. We truly fear…

…the Jar’s end’s near. Our dear, grim fear