#1 - 1997
Stuck my hand in the fire
Put one foot in the grave
When the rain came to drown everything
I was waiting in place
With my mind on an island with no vacancy
It was terribly silent no one ever talks to me
I'm in need of a doctor or shock therapy
Won't you please wipe my memory clean
I want to be clean again
I want to live like I've never been torn in two parts
I want to be strangers again
I want to exhume your body and consume your heart
And make art of your every organ
I awoke with a start my teeth on the gravel
In dampness so dark too deep to unravel
I thought I was alone but the ground began to scurry
And I followed my new friends home
And we lived without worry
No heartbreak or hurry
And I'm never coming back
I'm never never coming back
What a lie I've become
All my senses are numbed
So I cut and it bleeds
And you all drink of me
As I slowly drift asleep
I want to be clean again
I want to be clean again
I'll never be clean again