I could use a lie or two

I'll keep them for me

Won't use them on you

Stretched here on my back

Like a turtle rehearsing suicide

On my knees for

Prayers, songs, accusations, whatever

Go out and invent

Yourselves new ones

That's the way it's written here

That's the way

That's the way it's written here

On this blankets

Between ashes and lost hair

Wheels, powder, citylights, whatever

I leave it on the nightshade

Of my window

While it goes on

It goes: "shouting, choking, laughing", whatever

While I lay here in this body

Only waiting for some sleep

That's the way it's written here

That's the way

That's the way it's written here

On these blankets

Between ashes and lost hair