Yeah!. I walk for miles inside this pit of danger.. A place where no one follows me, I walk alone.. . I'm sick of all these people talkin' out their heads..
Whoa, before you get started. I have something to say. . I don't suck, I don't suck. I don't suck, I don't suck. I don't suck, I don't suck. I don't suck, I don't suck.
I hear voices in my head,. They council me. They understand. They talk to me. . You got your rules and your religion. All designed to keep you safe. But when rules start getting broken.
The sun will die on us tonight. The days are gone for everyone. The holy cry. Forever night. What have we done?. Who killed the sun?. We will be on our knees.
Lover, put a knife in my hand. Lay down right there, that's my command. Do as I say in this blood play. Claw at my skin, I'll let you win. . Caress your flesh.
Enter the ghost lake. The waters whisper. Of something brooding. No way out of here. . Slow smoldering. Slow smoldering heat. Lapping at your skin. Pulling you down again.
Lay down with beasts, and welter in my gore. Fill your cups of Christ,. I am the bloody earth. Bright, riding in heaven.. . The player in rags. White Bat is death?.
Two, one, two, three, four. . Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do. Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do. Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do. Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do.
Mad dog in the hallway and my head is filled with fire. Panic rules the moment with no mercy or desire. Ran across the blackened sand to get a soft ice cream.
I've got the world on a string. I'm sitting on a rainbow. Got the string around my finger. What a world, what a life, I'm in love. . I've got a song that I sing.
Blow ill wind, blow away. Let me rest today. You're blowin' me no good, no good. . Go ill wind, go away. Skies are oh, so grey. Around my neighborhood, and that's no good.
I never feel a thing is real. When I'm away from you. Out of your embrace. The world's a temporary parking place. . Mmm, mm, mm, mm. A bubble for a minute.
I gotta right to sing the blues. I gotta right to moan inside. I gotta right to sit and cry. Down around the river. A certain man in this little town.
Imagination is funny. It makes a cloudy day sunny. It makes a bee think of honey. Just as I think of you. . Imagination is crazy. Your whole perspective gets hazy.
I've got you under my skin. I've got you deep in the heart of me. So deep in my heart, that you're really a part of me. I've got you under my skin. . I've tried so not to give in.
She was crying. And I was lonely. And a band was playing. Some old love song. Someone had hurt her. And someone had left me. And We both needed something.
Who do you think you are?. Do you think you. Who do you think you are?. Do you think you. . I really don't know. I really don't know. . Gimme that stuff enough enough to slow me down.
In the land of grey and pink where only boy-scouts stop to think. They'll be coming back again, those nasty grumbly grimblies. And they're climbing down your chimney, yes they're trying to get in.
Who do you think you are?. Do you think you. Who do you think you are?. Do you think you. . I really don`t know. I really don`t know. . Gimme that stuff enough enough to slow me down.
Diminishing sun. Obscures the light. As darkness falls. Across horizon. Wind blows slowly. Through the trees. Change of season. Brings new life. Tremendous grieving.