Tales from the Crypt

Where are we going?
So
Those
Tales
From the
Crypt
Were quite
The hit
Out here in the void
With all us lost
Boys, had our madness in your salted grip
Just how you designed it
Me, myself
I was
Hiding
From that sound
Time and space breaking down
Just some bone with no heat that needs a pick
Some infinite
Cognitive
Dissidence
You
Go
Head
Bunting
Songs
Down
Somebody's street,
I was head
Banging
Not
Playing
Just
Praying to your beat
You go
Head
Bunting
Songs
Down
Somebody's street,
I was head
Banging
Not
Playing
Just
Praying
To your beat
I
Came
White
Knuckling
Down
Those
Swedish American malls
I was just
Passing
Raw and real to every word but counterfeit to the law
Caught some kind of contact high sent you spinning
Angry
Back to your eggs scorching and wild in your blood
Spun that
Flood and melted your glaciers away
You
Were
Out
Storming
Through
My
Trash
For the words you could sing
I was just
Feeling
Not
Seeing
You
Hustling
Me
You
Were out
Storming
Through
My
Dirt
For the words you could sing
I was just
Feeling
Not
Thinking
You
Were hustling me
This
Glow
Looking
In
My
Hole
She already knows
Got three wet blankets in the soul cant ring them out
Cant sympathize with eternity
Girl just go be
Wont say how
But the
Hanged man
Cut himself loose and now he's upside down,
Grinding the grains projecting the pulse
From a distant
Two dimensional plane
It was like what you'd call light
Pollution
Brother you
Know how many spells i've nailed to the floor of the ocean
This was as slippery as a stone from the stream
In some suffragette city
Chap you like the wind go missing blow back in praying come on
Try again
Try again
And then
You
Come
Asking questions
Like
How many
Trips have you made to the sun
Right when im
Feeling
Like
Im
On
My last
One
You come asking questions
Like
How many
Trips
Have i made to the sun
Right when im
Feeling
Like
Im
On
My last
One
I went out
Storming
Through
Your
Past for the words i could sing
You were just
Feeling, put me in my place full of grace
I'll see you on the sea