| Woke up with a hard-on. Head full of distortion. | |
| Condition returning. Verdict: never learning. | |
| Is it late in the evening? Or early in the morning? | |
| Is it late in the evening? Or early in the morning? Morning. | |
| Disorientation, like the sound of a gunshot. | |
| New modifications, to the buzzing of a chainsaw. | |
| Sleeping through the daytime. Working through the night time. | |
| Sleeping through the daytime. Working through the night time. Night time. | |
| Laces tied. Wings pumped up with blood. But who keeps bleeding me dry? | |
| Each and everyday. Face the world or take the asp. | |
| Been living upon a dirty guitar. Can't you taste my incoherence? | |
| Today is not the same as yesterday - And I've been on the trail. | |
| Been on that trail. Been on that trail. For months and months now. | |
| For months and months now. For months and months now. | |
| Each moment a crossroads. You'd better be careful. | |
| To the left is Jesus. To the right The Devil singing: | |
| Half a life to enjoy it. Half a life to regret it. | |
| Half a life to enjoy it. Half a life to regret it. Regret it. |