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