I woke this with a in my wristwatch
Happy lying in the at sea
Land blue and electric at the of the day
Rain stones on the floor
My looking in the saw inside
Fear fast in the graveyard
Far away a of yelling to the deep tin
A stabbed in the back covering the footprints
Heads around me where they cut
The of houses made of red bats
Killers on maggots in gutters
I why the don't to my rage
Chorus
Tired and hands and I don't know why
Empty eyes and with no to paint
Surprised I am a surprised I'm you
And the speaking of this facts
