Pity the profound, existential dread
That ominously swallows up me now
Lost in blessed cool ? Minimal bedroom ?
With a liver like a lightbulb (and swelling)
Yeh, it will come sometime (and again)
And if it comes sometime
Mustn't scratch the itch but feel it creeping in
You're no clairvoyant and I'm no friend
Wonder what's all for ?
Not vitamin health !
Wonder what's all for ?
Doesn't make a bit of sense, won't somebody answer ?
With instrumental help it will come sometime
Feel it creeping in, gonna scratch the itch
Cuz' pleasure in sight I think
Don't know the way to it and far away from here
If it don't feel ugly (?)
Cut the chord again and pull thе (???) find but
It will come sometime