Hey!
Who broke in and kicked me out here,
into heavy weather?
This screen,
hangs a sign in black and white,
but doesn't make it better.
"Sometimes, very often, all the time."
"No, never, almost never."
This thorn in my side.
It's blind trial time:
Wheels slow,
perpetually spinning.
All the locks are broken now,
and I know it's an inside job.
Much better now,
I'm hollowed out,
I'm stepping out,
but this motion isn't action.
This thorn in my side.
It's blind trial time:
wheels slow,
perpetually spinning.
This drug was never approved,
but this trial is.
They give the placebo to you,
maybe you'll live.
This thorn in my side.
It's blind trial time:
wheels slow,
perpetually spinning,
'round and spinning.
'Round and spinning around in my grave again.