I'm afraid of a sure thing of a change in the here 

and now and the force when it hits me the full weight of it when I'm down

The fucking air in the city when the phase-shifting sign is off 

if this ship is unsteady, how will that lifeboat hold us all

I aint gonna crawl->tell them all to forget it tell them that's 

it then call it off cause I'm worried about money and paradigm stores running low

I ain't gonna crawl but I'll lie on the road

so how can I laugh how can I take it without some doubt 

how can I laugh how can I face it right away with everything gone wrong 

with everything all over anyway I need some grace

Say goodbye to aesthetic, 

better taste and essential self 'cause I'm just tired of running 

and there's a time bomb in this head

So just who's the real killer and what made his paint dry? 

It's kind of hard to imagine Holidays in Neurotica

A slap in the faith, hard, opened hand is the one reality 

I can never protect myself from, even in the sparkle yard at end 

of day warm summer madness in the bouquet of a dream son, 

astral projecting, failing to right wrongs when the whole thing starts to open up

I ain't gonna crawl without falling hard, without some pain

whenever the fog breaks and a day takes hold 

I just can't think straight right away maybe I'll come around...

or not I'm swinging again and all my ex-friends say its psycho-pathetic 

and way too gone, almost painless even though I wondered 

if something was wrong all along.