Home every night about half eight or nine
hand in hand with my latest design -
so super-sonic, he's angelic, he's demonic
my new name's feature, uh uh

sometimes the light is grainy
his face so pallid, hazy

I know he's in there somewhere, where there's no pain nor shine
oh so despotic is this thin-white-joke of mine

transmission inbound to the newly deceased
the chimes are ringing, he's been released

hopefully we'll go to the Haven where
we can be tied together -

*I know he's in there somewhere, where there's no pain nor shine
oh so platonic is this thin-white-joke of mine.