there is a time when some of us are healed

there is a time you're clean and undersealed

there is a time it almost looks like fun

there is a time for the bullet of a gun



no one here drinks water

none of us are sane

if you pretend you're my daughter

we do it again and again

no one here is praying

'cause no one here is god

and every word we are saying

might as well be put in blood



there is a time when worms revel in me

there is a time for a pigfaced reality

there is a time and it's usually the afternoon

there is a time and I hope it will be damn soon