Ratcat Away From This World
I'm flying high through the sky, past the moon and into a guessing game. And I'm thinking how small the world seems now. Things fly by, but only consequence, seems to pass me by. I am so small, so is my misery. I'm getting away from this word. I'm flying as high as I can. The oxygen sets diamonds in my mind. The missionary screams murder through my blood. The pirate's treasure seems closer still somehow. Another galaxy flies by. I never seem to touch them. I wonter why, I am so small, so is my misery. I'm getting away from this word. I'm flying as high as I can. This nightmare screams in my sleep at night. A sound sweet poerty in my ear, death looms, up to greet me, open arms and open wide. A deep black hole sucks me closer and closer. Until I hit the sun. I am so small, and so is my misery.
