I got out of a hole, you know. I lost you too, you know. I'm not a liar, I'm not Edgar Allen Poe.
I lost you too, you know. Wreckers anyway, just skin and bones, good hair and good clothes. we've got sweet little toes.
so I can go back to sleep. These demons are killing me, they're killing me quietly. and so are my brains, you know. I still got a soul though, oh, my soul it's got me [?]. Wreckers anyway, just skin and bones, we've got sweet littles toes.
I don't care enough anyway. I sin and throw stones when no one knows. I've got mean little toes.