"A lie that's of no aim which follows secrets bleeding to you Painted over beauty with tattoos of pink and blue Parlor games in time will rob you of the energy which loves you Do you see that soon I won't be able to weep for you? I will weep for you I will preach the truth but it won't be truth I will reach for you I will contact you with an outstretched will because Some of them are astral city slickers, shrewd and untrustworthy Leaving you asphyxiated, trapped in a world within Subtle claws have scratched the lining, leaving you hanging on to your skin Monitors of you monopolies, though soon they will come again They will turn you in They will turn you in and I know they will They will come again They were here before and they're after joe again When I get tired it always happens There comes a lonely man saying Don't walk away from those who wanna reach you They will reach for you They will reach for you They will reach for you They will reach for you"