so those tales from the crypt were quite the hit out here in the void with all us lost boys had are madness in your salted grip just how you designed it me myself i was hiding from that sound time and space breaking down just some bone with no heat that needs a pick some infinite cognitive dissidence
you go head bunting songs down somebody's street i was head banging not playing just praying to your beat
i came white knuckling down those swedish american halls i was trespassing raw and real to every word but counterfeit to the law caught some kind of contact high sent you spinning angry back to your eggs scorching and wild in your blood spun that flood and melted your glaciers away
you were out storming through my trash for the words you could sing i was just feeling not seeing you hustling me you were out storming through my dirt for the words you could sing i was just feeling not thinking you were hustling me
this glow looking in my hole she already knows got three wet blankets in the soul can't ring them out can't sympathize with eternity girl just go be won't say how but that hanged man cut himself loose and now he's upside down grinding the grains projecting the pulse from a distant two dimensional plane it was like what you'd call light pollution brother you know how many spells i've nailed to the floor of the ocean this was as slippery as a stone from the stream of some suffragate city chap you like the wind go missing blow back in praying come on try again try again and then
you come asking questions like how many trips have you made to the sun right when i'm feeling like i'm on my last one you come asking questions like how many trips have i made to the sun right when i'm feeling like i'm on my last one
i went out storming through your past for the words i could sing you were just feeling put me in my place full of grace i'll see you on the sea