Woe How pitifull this is Knowing you can kiss me Chase I want to know you You probably handle this I'm seeing nothing but disaster Now im taking you with me Taking you, with me A dead man and sail away A corpse which tells you sad lies
No more lies, just with right Its telling him With all the flickering Here again and again Far, far its not feeding far Far, far its not feeding far by Far, Hell warranting Well This is getting old Well This is getting old
There watching, There watching I am being watched This is overwhelming Paranoia Paranoia
As you gave the earth your all I will shake my teeth into the floor When I wait here alone And as I begin to preach, The choir While I lay here I lie
No more Your faith lies still I not well I know No where No path I step Round the well And all Blind Theres wise
