Death is on the midway. Gambling with souls. Roulette on the wire. Ace is in the hole. . I sink beneath the feeling. Moon is in my hands. A crooked wheel of twenty-one.
Cover your senses. You cover your eyes. You cover your feelings. You tell yourself lies. It's not a good thing. To do to yourself. . Your looking so lonely.
When the feeling comes, it always leaves. To the top of the hill, the hill of thieves. Brush that furious out, hole in the well. You'd like the hole in your head to feel the breeze.
Do you know why I'm cold as ice. Why we don't seem to harmonize. Don't care to talk. Can't even cry. [CHORUS 1]. With a glove of stone. You've got no control.
Awake.. Shake dreams from you hair,. my pretty child, my sweet one.. Choose the day and the sign of your day,. the day's divinity,. first thing you see..
People keep crawling in. . Hey hey, we gotta rise today. . Can't seem to find what I want you for. I open my eyes and I wake on the floor. You open the door and I wake on the floor.
I'll take the blame if I ever want to. For what my little brain has been through. I know to say things I never meant to. To seem a little sane 'cause that's what it takes.