It started out
as the best of times...

As I write this I wonder
if you can recall...

I walked down a sun-lit path
and came upon a lone tree...

O for lack of faith,
It grew up so high...

[Verse #1]
I'd be the first to say I was lacking...

Jacob Johnson works;
he is a working man...

They spread on so thick;
all those lies...

I shot you in the face;
Made a hole in your skull...

Endless miles of money
may entice lesser men...

I look up at the crystalline blue skies;
Too cold, too clear, and too unforgiving...

And so it comes cascading
downward toward the earth...

1,024 Lilliputians
bungee jump off my eyelids...