Get me out of this place
where the politicians make haste...

My love I’m on my way to you from...
Then broad the 1:15 in Jamestown and a short nap...

Man, don't you know it takes me there
With all I worry about...

Don't forget to pass it on as the sun sets on his...
But my fate has been decided I was there for the...

My symptoms you ask
Chronic depression...

I've walked a mile on broken glass
Through charred coal and stinging ash...

It calls out to him, yelling his name
Pleading for the sensation the rush in the veins...

Add depression with pure sadness
Include life and extract all happenings of bliss...

I've fallen for it again
fallen for the same old joke...

Standing at the entryway...
Waiting for the next calm...

A painted face
Hides an inner fiend...

If I ever needed
you before I need you now...