Turn and face the strange. The door is open, you're awake. You're storming heaven without thought. You're storming heaven without God. . Remember I know were you live.
Here comes a girl with perfect teeth. I bet she won't be smiling at me. I know how jeffry dahmer feels. (Lonely, lonely). . I was awkward as a child blueprint.
I'm getting swallowed up in all of this. And the last thing I need is some rock star bullshit. . See you later. Yeah, I'll be there in about half an hour.
I'm trying to walk up the stairs. My hands are snatching at the slivers of light, I'm sticking to the steps. Each one a release from the place below, I'm on a mission.
I think we should probably call it a night now. It's just as well 'cos, eh. 'Cos we got a lot of things sorted out tonight. That needed sorting out, I suppose.
Well, trust little you to take it to a level. You want but don't understand. Back up the truck, Joe, wheel out those excuses. You don't want to dirty your hands.
Everything feels good, nothin' can stop me. Every nerve pumpin' hard through me. Every thought rushes at full speed. This false smile grates through baby teeth.