like slate blunting blade
can feel my insides liquefy
soul turns to ashes
where's your Messiah now?
He certainly ain't comin' for the likes of me

sinful hands comply with sinful thoughts
She laughs like fire, feels like burn
runs like nettles through my veins
makes moths sizzle, wings fall

palms coat with dust
every time i try to touch
paper still in pocket
though the ship's been long gone

but it's all right
She keeps me happy
whatever helps me sleep at night
popping dreams from prescription
i think it's enough.