Through rose colored lies

Calling you names from my social island



Why can't I be happy again?

It's the way things are and I can't change them



It's the way



There is no cure!



A lust we can't control

It's a rather sick position dont'cha think?



In a talk that I had with a man who was mad...



It was here, it was there

Couldn't find it anywhere

It was up, it was down

Squares rolling round and round



It was crowded, it was lonely

A show written only for me

Had this sick and happy feeling

I was home again



It was old, it was new

Too many and too few

It was numbing, it was high

And I was laughing the whole time



It was cold, it was warm

It was clear but I saw the storm

Had a clear, distorted feeling

I'd be back again



Call me what you will

Satisfy yourself

Justify your position



Money

It's a problem

It's so much more

I can suppress this hole if I try



It's the way

There is no cure

It's a lust we can't control

It's a rather sick position dont'cha think?



In a nightmare that I had, with a sick, demented man...



Had no fear and no love

No faith in God above

It was truth, it was lies

The searing, burning kind



It was random, it was fate

Too soon and too late

Had this wild mixed up feeling

I was back again



It was death, it was life

A victim's last rights

It was playful, it was hurtful

And I loved it the whole time



It was there in my head

A lusting for the dead

Had this sick and happy feeling

I was home again



This is the slow part

Where the