Festival Of Dead Deer Before Narcolepsy
Can you hear me?Can you hear me?
Then take in my sounds of hate
I can't see it
I can't see it
I'm going home to unconsciousness
If you really, really must know I'll be under where it is
safe from the darkness,really
My hate, feel it smack me across my face
I'm a million miles away
Never seen the light of day
Now that you forget a lifeless soul who is lost
I believe there is a way
I believe there is a way
