Enticing them all with a taste of dementia The writing on the wall is the thing not mentioned With hucks and bread and tears, they sow Blowing your cover right when the wind blows I’m starting to fall into a black hole I’m starting to notice you lose control Get her fried around acquaintances who are making sense It’s the final round of making enemies while you sleep You deny, you deny, don’t deny It’s a price you, not I, will eventually pay And it’s all coming to a head Hold my place while I think it over So my plate has runneth over Dementia’s here again (in return) I’ve been lied to – it happened right on time With a silent house, it makes the day, it makes me stay And if we’re heaven-bound, then I guess Sinai wasn’t steep And she’s still wandering around (it returns) Do what you want to do – just what you wanted to I know that you wanted to deny, deny, deny And I will eventually pay. You’ll pay