but it doesn't anoint you with the bad karma
so i stick with what's real and hope the ripples get back in time

i never thanked you for passing me the torch
like i can see now

they feel good around my wrists
and i like the bruises

it's okay you're not under arrest let me see your passport
i'll take you there
no concern in the nothing
the perpetual stare into the abyss

admit it
you won't find what you are looking for
but you'll have a **** good time trying

open that door and you'll see

here's the torch

but i won't close the door