there is a time when some of us are healed there is a time you`re clean and undersealed there is a time it almost looks like fun there is a time for the bullet of a gun no one here drinks water none of us are sane if you pretend you`re my daughter we do it again and again no one here is praying `cause no one here is god and every word we are saying might as well be put in blood there is a time when worms revel in me there is a time for a pigfaced reality there is a time and it`s usually the afternoon there is a time and i hope it will be damn soon