Spewing along the dingy walls,
Creeping, crawling, on the edge of light...

Twisting and turning, in a state of fret,
Nothing solvable, no safety net...

Sitting here, I try to keep my chin up,
But it isn't an easy thing to do...

Come with me, my deteriorating child,
We will be trekking far into the wild...

I know I hurt you; and all the pain I put you...
in my drinking days...

I remember a girl,
With life she was so in love...

If i would dwell too long,
I'm not certain I would survive...

Pumpkin, sitting on my table,
He knows he has to be cut soon...

You are a little robot, following the program,
But it's all part of the grand plan...

I'm here for the family,
I'm a member, I'm a blood-brother...

Where are we?
These silhouettes that walk like men...

1st Verse:
Many a weary mile, I have roamed...