He woke up plastered and stumbling A full night of gin,
pale sweat and seduction Are all but distant memories
inside the heart of this shattered beast I have seen the
end and it's not here in this city amongst the beggars
and the liars where must I travel to go beyond borders of
the clinically insane far past the concept of mastermind
straight into the heart of disbelief light a match and
burn the whole place to the ground collect an ounce of
the ash and bring it right back home to hang on the
fucking mantle.
And this is how we begin...
