Cold blue swastika tattooed on my skin. The ice in my veins, the staples in my chin. I've got it carved in my forehead "Slave To My Sin". Too violent for the brotherhood to ever take me in.
I call you every hour on the telephone. I work my fingers right down to the bone. I even got you a chihuahua so you wouldn't be alone. Got you you a trailer 'bout the size of Maine.
I was scared to death. Afraid to close my eyes. and find that I was gone. Like every other one who left before the dawn. I vanished in the air. Am I still there?.