1997 Follow

Stuck my hand in the fire*
Put one foot in the grave
When the rain came to drown everything
I was waiting in place

'With my mind on an island with no vacancy'
It was terribly silent, no one ever talks to me
I'm in need of a doctor or shock therapy
Won't you please wipe my memory clean?

I want to be clean again
I want to live like I've never been torn in two parts
I want to be be strangers again
I want to exhume your body and consume your heart
And make art of your every organ

I awoke with a start, my teeth on the gravel
In dampness so dark, too deep to unravel
I thought I was alone, but the ground began to scurry
And I followed my new friends home

'And we lived without worry'
(Crawling through mossy cracks)
No heartbreak or hurry
(No one to blame, no reason for shame)
And I'm never coming back
(I'm never coming back)
I'm never, never coming back

What a lie I've become
All my senses are numbed
So I cut, and it bleeds
And you all drink of me
As I slowly drift asleep

I want to be clean again
I want to be clean again
I'll never be clean again