oh we crashed in the ash and then the cash of the titans blew out to sea but you, you broke out the map lead us out of the country through the haunted hallway I strayed during the ticker tape parade you were gathering blank tapes for the never ceasing project of the documentarian my dear, I could drift into backyards during nights of no moonlight and never reappear you know that something would grab a hold of me slowly make love to me only and pull me deep underground forever is incomprehensible but still attainable with a little luck, a lawyer, and a fine tuned radio the stop light changes but nothing else does it kept me waiting just because so delete all your dead friends from you cell phone it keeps you inside that certain zone: home Om Gam Ganapataye Namaha I feel it, I feel it, I feel it, I feel it a devil, a devil, a devil, a devil or an angel, an angel, an angel, an angel nearer and nearer and nearer and nearer