Friends say my countenance or what amounts to it
Is a shroud of ash and brown
Turning clay into gold
Can sometimes get you down
I suppose there are benefits
In being retarded
At least your life's a string
Of moments unguarded
lawyer says my case is poor
And the doctor says there is no cure
For this war in my mind
I can't feel remorse
Or hear their cries
Is the sun fading
Is the light dying
Or am I just going blind
I have worn it like a badge
I stitched it across my chest for everyone to see
And I have made it a major tenet
In my theology
In the 20th century
There's no reason or rhyme
We've become the greatest experts
At simply k**ing time
Darling use your riverboat dredge
Dive down dig down underneath my skin
This faded cracked and thin veneer
So easy to get in
I will try not to drown you
With what lies behind my kiss
Honey I should warn you first
You swim at your own risk