if i had one more day, i could be better- but baby, it's saturday night

had to high hopes for a living, shooting for the stars when i couldn't make a killing, didn't have a dime but i always had a vision

this is the scent of dead skin on a linoleum floor, this is the scent of quarantine wings in a hospital, wasn't so pleasant and it wasn't so conventional

i've lost control, and i don't want it back. i'm going numb, i've been hijacked..

oh, well imagine as i'm pacing the pews in a church corridor..