I am still without devotion
Because we're all asleep at the wheel
Asleep and so surrounded by what we feel
Of that dream...
On a rope, and pulled through the ocean
With my heart, I'm lost out at sea
And every kind of thought screams misery, so lonely
I'm a johnny come lately, but I will not give up
And the words that escape me, that I'm full of dumb luck
And the world is an oyster with a poisonous shell
And the look in my eye, is a look that can kill
I am not without emotion
I have read, from the pain of my will
From the method I hunt, and the catch, and the thrill
And I'm ill