Tribal fires make indiana jones at home

What a wonderful dream

I seem to have found

There's no one for miles

No one in this town

My screams are abandoned

I cannot focus my thoughts

as my body becomes heavy

I consider more shots

It's so lovely that I

have been left all alone

in the center of my mind

I become my own clone

Turn the radio off

I want to hear for myself

These sounds that I make

Shaking dust off these shelves

Now I'm standing trial

For what I have done

Considering the value

I'm now tied to the sun

Open wide and shut closed

these are my confessions

I've lost all but what I've sold

my skin's my last possession

When your eye lids kiss in the night

you think you can see colour

but you have not accepted the fact

that there can be another

I once was a devil

who could not speak

my tongue was strong

but I was weak

Sharper then knives

I cut more then flesh

If you could sin

I wouldn't need to rest

I am awake I am asleep

I made a promise I can't keep