(Instrumental)
I've forgotten who I am I'm sick and weak and fresh from sleep I crawl from a crooked bed with dirty feet and shaky hands the numbers on the clock read
Bird..... Ooooooooooooooooooooo!!! The geek, with no beak: He's so weak he cannot speak! The geek, with no beak: He's so weak he cannot speak! Vestigial
I feel like im becoming a butterfly or a golden bee my smile is like razorblades when I share it cuts bloody deep my body is in the magazines my face
Right now, in the heat of my head A flower blooms that was already dead Decembers long gone But these fields are forever frozen ......and everything
alive tonight Theres people writhing in its veins Sunken in the masters chair Lord golds faceaE"a blank survey Women pleasure men at the wave of a golden hand
into a maze the dialects laid beneath drip from hands yellow stained inside the envelope and heart of golden sand wrapped in snakes, clenched in a fist of a mechanical hand
Lights out-- shadows bloom crawling hands slide to me--across a midnight room i fear my blankets may not be the best defenses that i could muster still
The sheep----- tonight they weep Fear -----for the feeding Gasp------clutched in groups No they dont No they dont hope These poor sheep tonight they
Taken by vultures, swooped down to the raping Stolen by relentless talons Taken by vultures, swooped down to the kill Stolen by relentless talons Abandon
