there's a dull pain deep in my head again
a splinter of wisdom between
the sheets the days and his holiness
it's all on oh it's all gone
thankfully when i took the floor
there was nothing underneath
but the system is here and it's loaded
with the cost of empty grief
the invitation comes with a bullet head
and lashings of another belief
the priest his god and his fatherland
you lost it oh you lost it well
but the reason arrived and it's costly
with your friends on the rise
if you have you have time
believe me when my head is in the clouds
believe me when my hands are weaker now
believe me when each song is another trial
if you have you have time