Bucket of nines on the table, words playing over...
He makes his way out on the prayer thats at hand...

Dear America,
Your shores are long and golden...

Do not walk,
Do not talk...

Vortex of spinning fury,
Hurricanes of dim fate...

Lying in bed as the tears creep near,
Losing my life is not what I fear...

(1st Verse)
Sick of this feeling gotta get away from you...

I came to see you and your face of cards.
But I sought what was wrong and missed by yards...

Sometimes I feel that in the end,
I still havent more time to spend...

Why does it always end with a kiss?
Why does it always end up like this...

Wishing you to hell and back, will never quench my...
But only on the darkest night will my anger...

There once was a man, who could speak not a word,
And many of his enemies called him absurd...