He woke up plastered and stumbling A full night of gin, 
pale sweat and seduction Are all but distant memories 
inside the heart of this shattered beast I have seen the 
end and it's not here in this city amongst the beggars 
and the liars where must I travel to go beyond borders of 
the clinically insane far past the concept of mastermind 
straight into the heart of disbelief light a match and 
burn the whole place to the ground collect an ounce of 
the ash and bring it right back home to hang on the 
fucking mantle.
And this is how we begin...