What subject are you crankin' on?
And what's got you are bullets from a gun
And who claims you are words from your tongue
And what claims you
And that's all I want...
And that's all I ask for...
What got you, what pulled you in
And what heals you, a psycho walking man
And all that the earthly man transcends is what kills you...
Kills you
And that's all I want...
And that's all I ask for...
I want it.
I want it.