Dried up, a guitar upon my knee. I should have sold out when the devil came for me. Dig a hole and throw it out to sea. Break the code, how happy I could be.
Can't feel the pain that I expected. I still place keys in the ignition. I know what will be. One thought is stopping me from sleeping. I saw the future and it's breeding.
Mother sings a lullaby to a child. Sometime in the future the boy goes wild. I know his nerves are feeling some kind of energy. . A walk in the woods and I will try.
Never stop the car on a drive in the dark. Never look for the truth in your mother's eyes. Never trust the sound of rain upon a river rushing through your ears.
Black the sky, weapons fly. Lay them waste for your race. Black the sky, weapons fly. Lay them waste for your race. . Black the sky, weapons fly. Lay them waste for your race.