I'm afraid of a sure thing of a change in the here
And now and the force when it hits me the full weight of it when I'm down
The fucking air in the city when the phase-shifting sign is off
If this ship is unsteady, how will that lifeboat hold us all
I ain't gonna crawl-tell them all to forget it tell them that's
It then call it off cause I'm worried about money and paradigm stores running low
I ain't gonna crawl but I'll lie on the road
So how can I laugh how can I take it without some doubt
How can I laugh how can I face it right away with everything gone wrong
With everything all over anyway I need some grace
Say goodbye to aesthetic
Better taste and essential self 'cause I'm just tired of running
And there's a time bomb in this head
So just who's the real killer and what made his paint dry?
It's kind of hard to imagine Holidays in Neurotica
A slap in the faith, hard, opened hand is the one reality
I can never protect myself from, even in the sparkle yard at end
Of day warm summer madness in the bouquet of a dream son
Astral projecting, failing to right wrongs when the whole thing starts to open up
I ain't gonna crawl without falling hard, without some pain
Whenever the fog breaks and a day takes hold
I just can't think straight right away maybe I'll come around...
Or not I'm swinging again and all my ex-friends say its psycho-pathetic
And way too gone, almost painless even though I wondered
If something was wrong all along