Can I pick your brain
Off the record
I got the blues
But it's not cause I don't have green
Don't knock it till you tape it
You see
I couldn't exorcise a demon
But I entertained an angel
He warned me of the secret destroyers
But without a name, a face
How do we keep the facts straight
God can land in any body at any time
And so can his other half
The dark master in white
Lays a thin-veiled canopy
Turns day into a moonless night
Had a lethal conversation
With a top-hat man
In a public place
And I can't get his smug grin
Out of my mind
Nostalgia's just bitter
Intoxicated by the trees
And these god-fearing people
Make it feel like voodoo
Religious machinery
And sunburnt souls
I'm so lost
What is deep and what is death
What is bottom when it's cold liquid
Not rock
Amnesia
Cruel euthanasia
It came
It conquered
It had my eyes for a moment
Then it was gone
I just want to go to the place
Where there is no truth
Cause there is no judge
One-legged animals
That somehow get around