And I awoke as some kind of Andy
Empathy levels low
It feels just like candy on my teeth
Or my breath
How is blood on my fingers
Have I curtailed a section I miss
Is this something old, or is this all a new dress
Meat was provoked, yes, inside a barrel
With sighs instead of a moan
To sing a carol on my lips
When no one grew short of breath, I brothe
Ah ya yeah, and why is it such a crime
Be a believer, be a beginner once again
Moldy bread in my face hair
Grows awhile over long times
Now to make a nice dinner
I make my eggs with a vinaigrette
And I awoke as some kind of Andy
Empathy levels low, it feels just like candy
Meat was provoked inside a barrel
With sighs instead of a moan, I brothe
Oh oh