| So many call here | |
| on their way down below | |
| and I’ll be here burning | |
| till the end of time | |
| Thoughts of the falling | |
| burn from the ceiling to wall | |
| and I’ll be here waiting | |
| till the end of time | |
| And nothing here is safe and nothing here is sacred | |
| and the thing you care for most will crawl away wounded as you tell it you love it, | |
| into the dark recesses and hollowed out corners of nothing | |
| And the last touch is always the hardest | |
| and the last touch is always the same | |
| and the last look is the one that will kill you | |
| and the last touch is the one that will drive you insane | |
| And as the night fell and the gutters swelled with the roar of the pissing city | |
| and the falling balling and crawling below | |
| he sat shaking uncontrollably by the window looking over the pestilent street | |
| and he sat and he prayed | |
| and he prayed and he sat | |
| and he prayed to St. Augustus, St Brigid, Padre Pio, | |
| saint of all sinners, saint of all fools | |
| saint of every fucking dying crawling thing beneath him, | |
| shouting out the names of the dead and forgotten | |
| And he cried out, “For Christ’s sake help me! | |
| For Christ's sake get me out of here! | |
| God of all sick things get me the fuck out of here! | |
| Get me the fuck out of here! | |
| Get me the fuck out of here! | |
| Release me!” |
| So many call here | |
| on their way down below | |
| and I' ll be here burning | |
| till the end of time | |
| Thoughts of the falling | |
| burn from the ceiling to wall | |
| and I' ll be here waiting | |
| till the end of time | |
| And nothing here is safe and nothing here is sacred | |
| and the thing you care for most will crawl away wounded as you tell it you love it, | |
| into the dark recesses and hollowed out corners of nothing | |
| And the last touch is always the hardest | |
| and the last touch is always the same | |
| and the last look is the one that will kill you | |
| and the last touch is the one that will drive you insane | |
| And as the night fell and the gutters swelled with the roar of the pissing city | |
| and the falling balling and crawling below | |
| he sat shaking uncontrollably by the window looking over the pestilent street | |
| and he sat and he prayed | |
| and he prayed and he sat | |
| and he prayed to St. Augustus, St Brigid, Padre Pio, | |
| saint of all sinners, saint of all fools | |
| saint of every fucking dying crawling thing beneath him, | |
| shouting out the names of the dead and forgotten | |
| And he cried out, " For Christ' s sake help me! | |
| For Christ' s sake get me out of here! | |
| God of all sick things get me the fuck out of here! | |
| Get me the fuck out of here! | |
| Get me the fuck out of here! | |
| Release me!" |
| So many call here | |
| on their way down below | |
| and I' ll be here burning | |
| till the end of time | |
| Thoughts of the falling | |
| burn from the ceiling to wall | |
| and I' ll be here waiting | |
| till the end of time | |
| And nothing here is safe and nothing here is sacred | |
| and the thing you care for most will crawl away wounded as you tell it you love it, | |
| into the dark recesses and hollowed out corners of nothing | |
| And the last touch is always the hardest | |
| and the last touch is always the same | |
| and the last look is the one that will kill you | |
| and the last touch is the one that will drive you insane | |
| And as the night fell and the gutters swelled with the roar of the pissing city | |
| and the falling balling and crawling below | |
| he sat shaking uncontrollably by the window looking over the pestilent street | |
| and he sat and he prayed | |
| and he prayed and he sat | |
| and he prayed to St. Augustus, St Brigid, Padre Pio, | |
| saint of all sinners, saint of all fools | |
| saint of every fucking dying crawling thing beneath him, | |
| shouting out the names of the dead and forgotten | |
| And he cried out, " For Christ' s sake help me! | |
| For Christ' s sake get me out of here! | |
| God of all sick things get me the fuck out of here! | |
| Get me the fuck out of here! | |
| Get me the fuck out of here! | |
| Release me!" |