Sitting alone with all my pain and strife
Everyday cuts like a knife
Guess I’ve been written out of the book of life
All the angels left my side

And my friends, they cause me damage
But all the same they help me manage
In my head, they all speak Spanish
And I have no dictionary

I’m a sensual insect with a heart of gold
Silver crucifix and terrycloth robe
Wish I could get back the love they stole
From the chakra in my chest

But maybe it’s all for the best
Yeah, maybe it’s all for the best
Still it can’t help but feel like a test

And in my dreams I crawl through the wormhole
I turn back time and get off parole-
The kind that eats away at your soul
In a world of normalcy