World Gone Mad

World gone mad

Time gone bad

Purpose strange

Walk deranged

I'm the rider of the philistines the summoner of the dead

Caught failure once and passed the test and then my life was blessed

Gotta go

Senses slow

Valves are cut

Mind says no

I'm the painter in the parking lot I think that we have met

You rocked the ship when I got in and split my mind to death

I'm gonna regret everything I said I'm scared of history

Last Sunday night there was a big gun fight I shot myself in the brain

Hard to see

Quiet bleed

Heads are in

The Mezzanine

Mary Mary quite contrary how does your garden grow

With spider legs for fingertips and a mattress for a home

And I'm gonna regret everything I said I'm scared of history

Big knives allowed coal trains are bound confusing signals again

I'm back b-b-baby

Sleepy mouth

Some day b-b-baby

We gonna get out

The frustration came in holy waves and ceiling wax and seas

The pressure built up faster than you ever could see

Face the time the sun is water torture from a spout

I'm burning inside the building now I'm jumping out

I'm gonna regret everything I said I'm scared of history

Last Sunday night there was a big gun fight I shot myself in the brain