I get the feeling you dont want me I sacrificed
I'm sick of playing, chase the wind
My strength is gone and spent
The yellow skies and indian red rich seas take over me
So beaten down the dogs are laughing like hyenas
The room smells like a broken hospital and decay
I splashed the walls with black and threw away all your clothes
The telephone rings and you expect me to be a friend?
After you ripped my heart and gave it to me torn back
Can't feel the feelings of despair over here
I threw my TV set down the stairs
You'll get the rest
I broke the spell of morning crickets and the frog behind who
Lives for shelter by my TV set who croaks at night
Two figures at the base of a crucifixion. Crucifixion
I love you so much, I soak myself in oils and thinner too