It's in blood

I suppose

Breaking jars

I'm no good

As the prodigal son

And I know that you're mesmerized

You had a vision, made these laws

And sanitized, are we above desires

I miss him so

You are so fucked

It has begun

Revolution crawls

All over you

I was listening

You light up the sky

And scrape out your skull

Your lovely face

Will never be claimed thrice

And we're so unlikely to

Upon my wrists I bear the cross

My losses mount as I climb across the home

Of my own soul

I'll claim my prize

I don't exist

I am divine

A ghost with eyes

[Billy: Yeah, Vietnam.]

[James: You headin' to Vietnam?]

[Unknown: Yes, I need to be at the co-op.]

[Unknown: Thanks dude.]

[Jimmy: I'm jungle-drummed out, man.]