In my dreams, I’m swimming, pummeling the scared waves to the sand. And you come and I hold you in the corner with the sweat pouring out from my hand. Oh my lust is barren and the dust is in my eyes. All through the night I’m staring and I strain my pierced ears to hear the nightingale cry. Everything’s gonna be alright.

In my womb there bred the second coming, and I was walking down the highway with u, Malloy, and Malone. The guitar was strumming itself and when I woke up to my pulse I was all alone. Everything’s gonna be alright.

When did my senses flee? Where is there restitution for me and my baby? he was my only absolution.

Don’t know myself but I know I want to fuck you, baby—want to take into my mouth all the filth of the world. Know I can’t be a savior or a lady when I’m fighting cross and nail just to be a little girl. Everything’s gonna be alright.