Yes I'm breathing
filthy hands
read to me
and miss me

prefer me sad
and I wouldnt break
and she wouldn't miss me
and she wouldn't miss me?

And I am afraid
It's a fire - our house is gone
and I refrain
are you God, are you God - You little boy
And your? fingers meet the floor
And now like a baby he ignores
And you walk to a baby
free spin flowers beneath her rays?
Be silent a bit and I will sway
The sea in front of me away?
And I am now a baby

Keep it down to one more specialist
One more high (howl?) and I'll feign my service
Someday I'll find my way to soothing
It's not hard (my card?) to believe my service [bad word] inside of her inner circles
Someday I walk behind away to sober (find a way to be sober?).

She seems to read minds
And I'm dead dumb and blind
Where's the fame (frame?) I used
She's the same.

Old Age x4

Some are killed and some are worried
some were kind and I feigned my service
Someday I won't find my way, it's over
This young Mary believes my sermons
One more hour and awake my servants
Someday I will find my way to serve him

She seems to read minds
when I'm dead dumb and blind
Face to Face in the mirror
we survived.

Old Age x4

It's such a fantasy - You're all weak [bad word] on higher way - I'm begging, see?

One more high and I face my service [bad word] down to relieve my servants
Someday I will find my way to Monday
Secondary for fame? (feign?), my service
One more high and I won't be serviced
Someday I will find my way to Sunday

She seems to read minds
when I'm dead dumb and blind
Where's (wait?) the fame I used
Jesus Saves

Old Age x2
Jesus Saves
Old Age x3