I've seen it in my dreams
so many times before
it looks like a child
but I know it's so much more
in swinging swirling madness
I can hear it breathing
it's calling me and wants to play
that same old silly game again
it's standing next to my bed
when I lay awake at night
and the cold little hands are reaching out for mine
I try not to scream yeah
when she whispers in my ear
"I'm afraid of the dark, can I please stay here for awhile?"
I didn't ask for this or did I? I don't know?
this is what Jesus might have asked you on death row
I am the star in obscure nazi fantasy
lurking in my dharma
how the prophet disapproves of me!
It's not a crime but I'm doing the time
oh god in your great mercy
shed your light on us
deliver us from our shadows
I know that just some nonsense make-believe to help me go through the night
oh it's quite clear that there's no hope for me, there's no hope for you
