Wonder if I'll ever get ahead. I wouldn't mind, it's only fair. Don't know how much longer. I can walk around pretending I don't care. . Just a little bit to feel at ease again.
I can't get up because if I do. I'll just be staring at the floor. I'll take a long look around me. And forget what I got up for. . Breakfast being the only thing that gets me out of bed.
In separate rooms. I hear them screaming through the walls. I'm locked away, home sweet home. Listening to the vicious things they say. You hate yourselves, home sweet home.
Look at my puppy, can you spare a quarter. Playing guitar and stinking up the corner. Patchouli oil and freshly dirty feet. Mom's station wagon is parked down the street.
Have you ever tried to get away?. When every move you make is restrained. Trying to balance what you want. With what's expected of you. . My thoughts are mine to a point.
In the dearth of the Light. Under the eye of Rhiannons land. A strange moon shines upon tonight. The world will break like stone into sand. . I feel the breaking of the Maelstrm.
I don't care if it ain't that great. It's all the same, it's good enough for me. If you don't dwell on the details. You might even like it, it's good enough for me.
Sit back and I watch. Sit back and I talk. Sit back and I laugh. Get up and I walk. . Sit back and I watch. Sit back and I talk. Sit back and I laugh.
Unholy passion I feel for you. Unholy passion I feel for you. This thing that hangs down my leg. I feel for you. . It's unholy. Nipples tighten and the neck pumps hot.
I feel like I'm trapped inside. And this room has been a bit unkind. . Won't someone please drag me outside. And shower me with light?. I know that I can shine.
Murder, all guts, all fun. All murder, all guts, all fun. . A kick in the head, a gouged out eye. Your intestines explode and your eyeballs pop. And the taste of your blood will drive me on.
How do I still want you,. With everything you've made me do?. You almost taste like hate. And I can't stay away.. . Self destruction, no pain,. Character reduction, slow fade,.
To walk the night. To feel no love. To know the touch of another kiss. Never more. . To walk the night. To forever roam. To escape inside cool darkness alone.
The shift starts, your spine stiffens. You break out in a cold, cold sweat. Then the muscular convulsions tear at your brain. Leaving you snarling and snapping at air.
Now I am five, now I have turned five. I'll be with the big kids at school. No more mom and dad, I've got to act cool. . Not all smiling faces, not all open arms.
There's a baby. In a meat slicer. On the kitchen table, half done up. Quite low. Broken Madonna. Decaying, cracked. On my toilet cover. Oh oh oh oh!. There's a hungry duration.
Is there a need for advertising me. I might be a pigeon but I'm whole. I've got this crazy notion, I can get there for free. This one's for sale. . Everybody's criticizing.
There is a human slaughterhouse. Up on the hill, the road is red. And those who ignore. And those who pretend. It does not exist. End up in its hall. .