It's been so long. Since I became the undead. Spreading my stain on the world. From all the slaves I've bled. . Carve a swastika into your head. Dance around a fire wearing goat skin legs.
Somethin inside tells me to grab this pen and write it down. That very same voice tells me to grab this joint and light it now. There must be somethin in these trees that keep me sane.
I never said that it was mine. I was just holding it. If I was lonely all this time. Well, I didn't know it. And if I tried too hard. I'd probably blow it.
My heart's like a jigsaw puzzle, pick it up and fix it for me. Can you figure it out, figure it out?. My heart's like a jigsaw puzzle, pick it up and fix it for me.