While the rest of you are sleeping safe and sound

I'm on the run I'm on the wing

Climb the selling when the walls are falling apart

I'm the one to blame for everything



A substitute for God, a sacred muse

The hell with it, it's just a lame excuse

Everything I ever used I have abused



All I live for is my heaven of high

I'll be there when the sun goes down



Withered Jimsonweed a night on bad speed

This purple haze works in mysterious ways

Wait another day to wash my sins away

In another time, in another place