Thoughts are too quick within my head
I break through myself again and again
Touched by the madness brewed by storm
Ridiculed by the mediocre norm

Spill my wine as my family slowly vanishes
Each hour again and again passes
A lowly grave for a manic man
I got no more strength left to stand

To hate the world that spins outside my room
At times I feel as if I'm spinning in a tomb
I left a place that I am headed to once more
Trying to not ask myself what for?

For questions are queries covered in curiosity
Dripping with an energy bursting electricity
To die without asking is to die without ever living
Love never stinging and the lungs never breathing

And as these toll bells ring from crumbling church ideologies
Where the nuns and the priests are scrambling their categories
Space moves upon us as we inch toward it
Hope I have enough time to stay for the last bit

While my whining hands pine for moments of mismatched time
She drifts farther from me day by day
Sweet K you were the light that flickered naive and bright
The day is coming where we'll have to walk out of each other's sight

Though these days are hot tempers turning over and over
And our voices grip as we sip trying to forget
These memories which I'll mourn like I've never felt before
Jet black apple jack our problem babe was that we always wanted more