Throw me in the back of the waiting bus. Father time what have you done. When will it be time? When ever that maybe keep moving
on. When will I be released from my absolution? Do you know me? When the light hits your eyes it burns behind them. I am a zombie and you can't define me. I'm misguided high handed. Don't know where I've been, don't know what I've got into. I watching as you disappear into the ground. You hurt where you sleep and sleep where you cry, Somebodys in my head again.
The listener is set in motion with the sound and picture it moving along as they hear it. if that makes any sense at all. maybe maybe not. Have a nice day.
