It all spans out on a plane
Looking back hardly a hill or valley still remains
The boy before the pain still longs for the womb of love as he smashes down with a cane
It builds up, then it breaks down
It's your perception alone of gray hands taking control
But what can you do to prove it?

The flat waste of a life
How many times did you try and stop the bleeding with a knife?
There's an incline to the floor and everything in your crooked life ends up rolling out the door
It builds up, then it break down, but its your perception alone
Of gray hands have taken control
But what can you do to prove it?
Look man, there's nothing to it

What are you really getting at when you sing?
It's something wrong and beautiful
Kill a snake and make yourself pariah king
The voice bleeds through the wall, "no, Jimmy no"

It builds up, then it break down
It's your perception alone with your hand over your mouth god forbid it gets out
The gray hands have got you in tow
But what can you do to prove it?
Look boy, there's nothing to it
What are you really getting at when you sing?
It's something wrong and beautiful
Kill a snake and make yourself pariah king
Well, the voice bleeds through the wall, "no, Jimmy no"