The Spirit of the Beehive
Who Do You Belong To?
Oh, space becomes irrelevant
Just as I suspected
I'm alone in this house
Like I'm alone with these sentences
Every step I take
Is one more closer to the void
I'm afraid, I'm annoyed
I'm convulsing with the boys
And I'm through
Fear is in the dark
In the cracks in the walls
In my veins via syringes
In my eyes, in my balls
I'm unsure
All those photos showing smiling faces
Turn, twist and bend to new proportions
Speed up, slow down
I can see your face in a dream
A dream, a dream, a dream
Bon voyage, a vacation in triage
The long goodbye
Bon voyage, a vacation in triage
The long goodbye
(I understand.)