…OF MY EYES, LIKE LIFE TO YOUR CRIES WILL REPLY AND SEE YOUR CROOKED SILHOUTTE WAY BACK THE ROAD, I CAN’T HELP IT YOUR FISTS FLY UP AND TURN THEIR BACKS AT YOUR ENEMY YOU WANT MY THESIS? WORDS THAT YOU’LL HEAR, ‘TAIN’T MANY ON IT THE MOTHS OF YOUR THOUGHTS GO TURN THE SCREWS ON ANYBODY ELSE BUT WHEN IN PACKS THEY’LL FLITTER AFTER ME HUGE SWELLS… …OF MY EYES, LIKE LIFE TO YOUR CRIES WILL REPLY AND SEE YOUR CROOKED SILHOUTTE WAY BACK THE ROAD, I CAN’T HELP IT I WON’T PREACH, ALL PRIESTS ARE WORTH’S WALLPAPER GODS YOU UNDERSTAND, I AIN’T NO FUCKING FREAK YOU FUCKING ARE ENIGMA FOOLS, NEW AGE HAS BURIED YOU AWAY THOSE WHO CAN’T LIVE THEIR LIVES ARE FAKES TAKE MY HAND, I’LL LEAD YOU THROUGH ALL I EVER GET IS REPROACHED BY YOU FEELING SAFE, WHEN THE DAYS ARE GETTING PALE SHIT NIGHT’S THE MISTERY, ISN’T IT? SAY IT.