Befuddled, I gazed awhile
And I grew, and yearned
Eleven thousand times this way
You'll try
Crisscross and double-dog I swear
A rapture to box my thoughts
As I grew, I screamed
Eleven thousand times this way
Don't cry
So pale and ghoulish I will find
A naked husk of hope left
I say it all the time
Now I must find my feet
A vessel for our hatred
Eleven thousand times this way
You'll try
All scarred up from my junkie days