i can walk right through walls,

and i can look right through your bones.
You're wrinkley on your knees,

and you iron your lips for the joy of it.

we bleached our toungues,

and we talk like we're sober -

oh yes we're sober.

our tongues are clean, we're fucking sober.

we've got no reason on our hand.

then we must seperate don't we?

we haven't got a future on our hand

we must head off haven't we.

i see you through a leopard lens,

it's probably all drained with blood.

you're so blurry now like a nameless ghost.

and i'm probably just a nameless ghost.

i can see through walls and times -

but i can't see past an inch of you.

your thoughts are thick as mud, i -

soak, and sink, one too many mornings.

I sold my soul, it's too wearied.

i can't afford to be always fucking drunk,

i can't afford white gates and bright lights.

fucking load my gun and give me to god.

Such a fucking lonesome ripple.

with violet spirits poor and cold.