Allegory falls apart
Indemnity is not my mark
Miscalculation from the start
And your misery, is all I need, to take to heart

Kerouac lends me all I need
Burroughs leaves me miserably
Hunter s helps me breathe
But none of, these will, form to me

It's the hand, it's the eyes
It's a lie, a disguise
It's the gun, it's the knife
It's a notion not to feel inside

Oh no, there's no martyr
Oh, there's no martyr
No, there's no martyr
No no no

Pair of threes was a misery
Last time you'll say; it's repartee
Just like water? I'm no martyr
And none of, these will, form to me

It's the hand, it's the eyes
It's a lie, a disguise
It's the gun, it's the knife
It's a notion not to feel inside
Not to feel, not to breathe
Not to hope, not to read
Not to know, not to write
Not to strangle out the light
Not to strangle out the light
But we strangle out the light
And we strangle out the life

It's the hand, it's the eyes
It's a lie, a disguise
It's the gun, it's the knife
It's a notion not to feel inside
It's an ocean not the beat besides
It's the motion not to seem alive
It's my notion not to seem alive
It's my notion not to feel inside