الأغاني: White Zombie. Soul Crusher. Crow Iii.

"He can't get away with by the time
He gets in front of the jury
He'll be a good boy", said man one
At a little before five o'clock

He went through the basement
"Yes or no?", demanded man two
Bantering humor dry in his throat
"Is there more than what she gave you?"

Questioned man three as a growing flicker
Waved across his eyes, "No"
The space surrounds constitutes a classic climate
This happens to now everyone in the room

You feel traces, a dying sound
Listen to the time of your life
Standstill, panic stricken
Ringing the bells of a empty houses
Someone answers and calls you

Transfixed by committed you say
"I ain't no guillotine"
The girl spoke from the doorway in her rasping voice
"What he wants is in the house"
The words hung there for a moment

Bending forward she plucked
She plucked the ashes from his cigarette
And said something nobody could understand
Nobody could understand, nobody could understand

One moment of irritation
You call back, "Why me?"
The vantage point above the street
Can be exhilarating

Falling back to a perspective odyssey
A track of thunder tower lust of decomposed intensity
I am, I am, I am, I am