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.