Well, it's over. It quits. It doesn't want anymore,
it's turned the corner and run around
and it couldn't get back if it tried (and it might)
but don't let it. So don't let it.
When that touch becomes a crutch
and good limbs start to atrophy...
Well, there's nothing normal when a drummer
becomes a willing amputee.
But I don't understand
the spectre stands above me with a taser all night
Baby can't move, baby can't breathe the noose is so tight
red lights...all night, red lights...all...night!
So there it was, anyone could see...
A voice says they're gone, says they're done
says "it's just you and me."