I can barely believe my eyes
As I look around and take in the sight,
Of the train falling off the track so worn;
Got a friend that’s been
Ripped and torn.
By the demons inside it’s quite a shame.
That you made it this far but now you came.
To the end of the rails that bring you to,
The lies!
That normally ensue.
Feeling mortal now I’m fine.
Got a drop ‘bout 20 feet until,
Our record is a rhyme
And we live on into the sun.

But you don’t know,
How it feels to work for o so long.
But you don’t know,
That the record is owned by one who’s strong.
Take all my words
With the thought in mind that it could be worse.
And you’re led to the promise again.
Led to the promise it’s awful bad.
Led to the promise again.
Led to the promise that you once had.

Yeah, you’ll fall,
But, it’s all good.
You will find the way!
Wake up
And know you’re wrong,
And take from your mistakes.
And if you would just check yourself;
You would see the flaws,
See the call from god.
You’d see the call!
And it’s not natural,
But, it sure feels good.

(Indulgent sonic inebriation ensues)

Called to the promise again.
Called to the promise it don’t make sense.
Told to read the Bible and know your hymns,
Know your sins or know your head.
It’s a choice you have to make
When the demons give or take the fate,
Of the lord who refuses to give his time.
I wronged your god, and no you can’t take it back.

(Lapse in judgement followed by a deep sense of displacement and hours of sloppy guitar playing)

Riff on! Riff on til your mother hates you!
Riff on! Riff on til the world don’t need you no more!
Riff on!
Riff on til your head is gone!
Riff on!
Riff on to the ancient one!

(Your view of the horizon, and the sound of my voice, are suddenly eclipsed by a colossal wall of wah)

Played the wrong thing twice.
I fucked up on two different takes.
I guess you normally pay the price
When you smoke weed in the face.
Of your recording session, now,
Try to get the parts hammered down.
But you know you never will succeed,
‘Cause your life is so fucking empty.
Hahahahaa
You’re zero
Hahahahaaaa
Your zero
Fuck
And we lose the bass

Got a doob so we’re taking you to heaven.
And then you’ll find your true voice.
You gotta believe.
Believe in what you heard.
Believe in what you really say child.
And give yourself to the powers above.
You gotta take honor.
Power in sustenance.
Take it to the place where you control yourself.
I’m not surprised,
My sins hocked up do make her cry.

(Unintelligible other than me exclaiming the obvious, you’re probably wrong about something 🙃🤔🤗😐😞🤯🤮)