Blacksox

I'm afraid of a sure thing of a change in the here and now and the force when it hits me the full weight of it when I'm down The fucking air in the city when the phase-shifting sign is off if this ship is unsteady, how will that lifeboat hold us all I aint gonna crawl->tell them all to forget it tell them that's it then call it off cause I'm worried about money and paradigm stores running low I ain't gonna crawl but I'll lie on the road so how can I laugh how can I take it without some doubt how can I laugh how can I face it right away with everything gone wrong with everything all over anyway I need some grace Say goodbye to aesthetic, better taste and essential self 'cause I'm just tired of running and there's a time bomb in this head So just who's the real killer and what made his paint dry? It's kind of hard to imagine Holidays in Neurotica A slap in the faith, hard, opened hand is the one reality I can never protect myself from, even in the sparkle yard at end of day warm summer madness in the bouquet of a dream son, astral projecting, failing to right wrongs when the whole thing starts to open up I ain't gonna crawl without falling hard, without some pain whenever the fog breaks and a day takes hold I just can't think straight right away maybe I'll come around... or not I'm swinging again and all my ex-friends say its psycho-pathetic and way too gone, almost painless even though I wondered if something was wrong all along.