Woke up

With a hard-on

Head full of distortion

Condition returning

Verdict never learning

Is it late in the evening?

Or early in the morning?



Disorientation

Like the sound of a gunshot

New modifications

To the buzzing of a chainsaw

Sleeping through the daytime

Working through the night time



Laces tied

Wings pumped up with blood

But who keeps bleeding me dry?

Each and everyday

Face the world

Or take the asp

Been living upon a dirty guitar

Can't you taste my incoherence?

Today is not the same as yesterday -

And I've been on the trail

Been on that trail

For months and months now



Each moment a crossroads

You'd better be careful

To the left is Jesus

To the right The Devil singing:

Half a life to enjoy it

Half a life to regret it