(dreamt for light years in the belly of a mountain)
So the story goes.. it was a Wednesday.. (told you!)
I couldn't sleep because I knew it was there, waiting
on the doormat..
Nights in the paperclip factory, building fences around
myself, protection, temporary.. get these hopeless fucks
away from my bleeding Jesus fucking hands.. jeeping cunts.
(ohh... the carpet is the wrong shade of chewing gum grey)
Onwards and upwards..
The Chapel has delivered me salvation.