i spent the winter on the verge of a total breakdown while living in norway 

i felt the darkness of the black metal bands 

but being such a faun of a man i didn't burn down any old churches 

just slept way too much just slept 



my mind rejects the frequency it's static craziness to me is it a solar fever? 

the t.v. man is too loud our plane is sleeping on a cloud 

you turn the dial i'll try and smile 

we've eaten plastic weather this family sticks together 

we will escape from the south to the west side 

my mind rejects the frequency it's just verbosity to me 

what did he say? 



i spent the winter with my nose buried in a book 

while trying to restructure my character 

cause it had become vile to it's creator 

and through many dreadful i nights i lay praying to a saint 

that nobody has heard of 

and waiting for some high times to come again 



dirty old shadow stay away don't play your games with me 

i am older now i see the way you operate 

if you don't hurt me then you die