Out of this box I found a photo mouldy Into my mind, likely into my mind
Silly am I I scream out loud There it was on the ground Memory line, the mishaps inside I began to find Just give me a clue
Up the down ladder I go Where I fall, nobody knows The sicko and the horseman's on the hill I beg him to leave, he's there instead The sicko and the horseman stand
So many walls inside my head Where to hang my new disposition Into the outposts and onto our graves All things crave for harm, make harm fun
Silly am I I scream out loud There it was on the ground Memory line, the mishaps inside I began to find a clue into you
I scream I'm alone I can feel the rain Something old, something new
Round and round the cypress we go Where we fall, nobody knows The sicko and the horseman's on the hill I beg him to leave, he's there still The sicko and the horseman, they're dead
There's a picture when I was young Blood stands behind the ground With the ground, with the ground
Compositor: Ben McMillan / Daniel House / Jack Endino