There's a raindrop in my skull I'm too shaky now to get it out I guess it fell from some far away cloud Bloated with radiation Oh Some people are singing of the birth Of another soulless troll who strolled to the My guitar feels strange in my hands I have almost no tactable perceptions On the TV there's a Mexican horror film It isn't dubbed, I'm not really watching Oh Some people are singing of the birth Of another film estine Who grows to ravage the earth Oh Last night when you left me I took a walk through the fog And the gossamer ride of the stong womb The haunting strangely humid picture Winter's waning The recurring dream of the swarm There's a raindrop in my skull I'm too messed up now to get it out It must've fallen from a mind somewhere else Now I'm fixated on it