I've got a number of keys
No doors to unlock
There's a hole in my wall

That lacks the capacity to shock
I'm nowhere, looking at something
I oughta be seein'


What started up in my head
Ended out in my fingers

Now I'm sleepless in bed
As the last notes linger
In our mystery room

That's called "winning combination"

With 14 pairs

Bringing 28 days
Filling every cup
Left in the hands of the saps that stay

We're all watching, waiting
For the building to crumble


And it's hard
It seems unnatural
And the best days aren't days at all

It's not
As if your violence and virtue
Is virtual, oh not at all


Go bye to your mouth
Stretching something to say

Fumbling around in the dark
As your hypnotist waves
You're towards a throne

That's up in flames
Away some distance


You got ahold of yourself
You got your imagery
You got a grip on your health

You got possibility
You're hoping for less collision
In your future


Watching you moving upward
You sing yourself out of the cold

You make a cut with your knife
Ah, you drink and you never get old
When your heart stops beating

That's when you start needing some real help

And it won't be hard

It'll feel so natural
And the best days aren't days at all
It's not as if your violence and virtue

Is virtual, oh not at all