Overture

Find myself in an ugly way Can't stop thinking I don't think enough about the days In my silver haze of glory and a maze of stories Brought myself down to the tales that just bore me Got myself around more snails that adore me Telling myself it'll be better in the morning Got my eight more lives to go Shut myself down for one more slow Got myself surrounded by a jack of no Going down to Satan just to say hello Second set incisions give me fucked up inner visions I'm down sleeping with the fishes taking turns at eating snitches Blasting at my soul to give me one more chance, revisions Looking at my dream to shut down old time religion You can't stop the tale because you're not even listening Telling me to bail and go play with your kitten I love that shit but I can't stop, I'm smitten I have no choice because my contract is written Time to sacrifice my own advice Time to live under this sack of lies Time to slumber on those circling eyes Time to wonder what's got for these ties Itching out that stereo