The world I leave behind Recycled pain False love I kill me with Is psychic drain. The empty state abandoned me and mine Cultural desease sickening wine
CHORUS: You will never see me dying here There is no space for me to die. The world I dreamt was always very near It always reaches out for me. Don’t you turn around to hesitate Instead learn to levitate. Don’t you learn to love before you hate Hate is the motor, love comes from the heart.
Stars that shine like ivory Cool down and die. Elephants fly winged and cream - like by. A football - star lost pace His feet are sore. The pearly gates rejoice cry out for more
CHORUS
Sometimes I’m caught in a world between dreaming and waking, Then screaming and shaking God comes to me, A monster, a violent dream. Well, all I can do is just keep still and await him For him to grab a hold of me. I’m caught in a web called a dream and I hate it. He’ll get his share of me He’ll get every bit of me out in his empty space. I fell from grace with God Who made me lose his name and then his face. Did God ever have a name? Did God ever have a face? And if not could you learn to love a God Without a face?