Tekst piosenki
It all spans out on a plane
Looking back, hardly a hill or valley still remains
The boy before the pain
Still longs for the womb of love as he smashes down with a cane
It builds up, then it breaks down
It's your perception alone
Of grey hands taking control
But what can you do to prove it?
The flat waste of a life
How many times did you try and stop the bleeding with a knife
There's an incline to the floor and everything in your crooked life
ends up rolling out the door.
It builds up then it breaks down,
but it?s your perception alone
of grey hands taking control,
but what can you do to prove it?
Look, man, there?s nothing to it.
What are you really getting at
when you sing?
There?s something wrong and beautiful.
Kill a snake and make yourself pariah king.
The voice bleeds through the wall,
No, Jimmy, no.
It builds up, then it breaks down
It's your perception alone
With your hand over your mouth
God forbid it gets out
The grey hands have got you in tow
But what can you do to prove it?
Look boy, there's nothing to it
What are you really getting at when you sing?
It's something wrong and beautiful
Kill a snake and make yourself pariah king
The voice bleeds through the wall,
No, Jimmy, no.
