Warm bodies I sense

are not machines that can only make money

past perfect tense

words for a feeling and all I've discovered

I'll be along son

with medicine supposed to designed to

make you high

I'll be along son

with words for a feeling and all I've discovered

old bad eyes

old bad eyes

old bad eyes

on loneliness comes

go see the foreman go see the profiteer

on loneliness drives

we're takin' our time movin' shit for

this holy slime

old, bad eyes

old, bad eyes

old, bad eyes, almighty fear

the shepherd won't leave me alone

he's in my face and I

the shepherd of my days

and I want you here by my heart

and my head, I can't start till I'm dead