1st Verse:
It's been a rough ride...

Your skin is so smooth,
You have a magnificent thigh...

I see a poor child staring through a window,
At an unattainable plaything in a toy store mall...

Come with me, my deteriorating child,
We will be trekking far into the wild...

It's a constant barrage,
It's our life flashing by, in some sick, twisted...

You take for granted each and every day,
The morning and the sunrise, but still you do not...

1st Verse:
There's times when we are together, I don't know...

The field is large,
An open valley where 20,000 men fought...

If the words were enough...
To transit time...

This house is too quiet,
And everything seems so still...

My stupidity,
Is legendary...

I lay in my bed, as I have for forty days,
Listening, listening...but always in a daze...