Songs sung out of key, reminds me that I'm free.
The feeling's so strong that I can't carry on.
Good night, sleep tight.

Send me out to sea, a row boat just for me.
It cuts to the core, I can't take any more.
Make good out in the wood.
So long glad that you're wrong.
Jesus, you're such a lush, now that I'm crushed.

I've always stated of things overrated.
A curse or a blessing rate high.
Over in my head, I've welcomed the undead, animals insects and lies.

So will you be mine for part of the time.
Now that he's said you'd be better off dead, make good out in the wood.
So long glad that he's wrong.
Jesus, you're such a lush, now that we're cursed.

I've always stated of things overrated.
A curse or a blessing rate high.
Over in my head, I've welcomed the undead, animals secrets and lies.

Out with regression and in with progression.
A shining example for saints.
Why all the grief for a life full of peace ?
If you will ask me I'll say aye today.