Woe How pitifull this is Knowing you can kiss me Chase I want to know you You probably handle this I'm seeing nothing but disaster Now I'm taking you with me Taking you with me A dead man and sail away A corpse which tells you sad lies No more lies just with right It's telling him With all the flickering Here again and again The floor is what feet are for The floor is for fitting for the fear Hell warranting hear must well This is getting old well This is getting old There looking There looking I'm being watched This is overwhelming Paranoia Paranoia As you dig your feet in I will shake my teeth into the floor While I wait here alone As life begins to breach the border While I lay here I lie No where With every step I not well I know No where With every step Round the well And all Blind Theres wise Blood Flows white I am awake