There's a man he talks to angels

People coming from inside

Talking treason with Milton's heroes

Touch-tone dialing for the ride



And he's gone...



They say he's crazy a stranger to the world

Needles piercing through his hands

Breaking up deamons coming faster

Holding on as best he can



And he's gone...



Can you see them staring from the corner?

Breathing fire from the head

Losing sight of the strength of reality

Forgot the life he once led



And he's gone... away