There there hey now, what's this I'm hearing about. The butterfly flew into the ground. One too many nets around. And you go to him like a mosquito to skin I see you want to be so close to the edge
This here is a city without lights. Those are all the people without eyes. Churches, they dont have a soul. Soup for sale without a bowl. Religion so corrupt and running lives. Farewell, fair wea
I'm going as far as I can go, away from here,. Away from you, jake, and the hole you've sunk me into. I wish that I could belong here, with you, and just be,. But that's not all that I'm about. Yo