What I would end up trying to construe

Was all nothing but true

Anything I would feel

Would happen like skin being peeled

In the next dimension

I'm opening the door

Into your house

On this side of the line

You can't see nothin' outside

The trees are up, but it's dead as a doornail

There's nothin' to see till summertime

Summertime? Yeah, you crazy

I decided to remain a nobody

I consider myself not worthy

To meditate on what doesn't exist

My hearts having trouble

Like seasick siren to a corpse

Combative from the start