[Verse 1]
Raving and drooling, I fell on his neck with a scream
He had a whole lot of terminal shock in his eye

[Verse 2]
That's what you get for pretending the rest are not real
Babbling and snapping at far away flies
He will zigzag his way back through memories of boredom and pain

[Instrumental]

[Verse 3]
How does it feel to be empty and angry and spaced
Split up the middle between the illusion of safety in numbers
And the fist in your face