She's over by my place as decoration

I preserved her face for inspiration



Flashlights from authorities

Lanterns brighten up the scene

Familiar faces of the long dead



The mad butcher goes bump in the night

And loneliness

It makes nights endless



The farm bathes in the thumping moonlight

It incubates my grief and madness



And sometimes

That's when I get a deadached



I can't feel myself I'm sinking deeper

Mother's not really gone, I'm dressing in her



Dusty musty shrine to ma

Board the door so she'll keep long

There's no way that she'll be leaving me



Sometimes - I get a deadache yeah

Sometimes - I get a deadache yeah

Sometimes



In November I lost my family

They took away all my friends and blamed insanïty