Sick The Dogs
A cold November morn
Creeping after midnight
We found our launching pad
And set up before dawn
I dove into the lake
With death not my intention
A cord cut short my fate
Something went wrong

And all the while I’m falling
Don’t plan to hit the ground
The freezing water hits me
And I keep on going down
Catching me with mad hands
I crash into the earth
And pass right through

Emerging from the flesh
Rising above, immortal
There comes a blinding light
A hundred miles wide
It carves a passageway
Waiting at the entrance
An elf with almond eyes
Stretching grey arms
I float into the dark room
Wired to the wall
A second body for me
That didn’t take the fall
Inject it with my energy
Prepare it for the ride
Back to the scene

A voiceless silhouette
Haunting my broken memory
A dream I can’t forget
Searching for lost time
Tell me who licensed you
To start fucking around with nature
I know what you can do
Get out of my mind

But every night I’m falling
And I know I’ll hit the ground
The freezing water hits me
And I keep on going down
Returning to the riverside
Looking for the truth
Reveal yourself
There must be something more than you
Returning to the riverside
I’m going off the edge
To meet my maker