I've been scalped

Left inside an ocean of sound

I've been knocked conscious

and I haven't come around

There was so much trouble on my mind

Noone finds me spellbinding.

No ones buying me a drink.

Widowed and empty, our marital beds

Wild and silent, I gnaw at your breast

A graveyard shift,

for the parts of me that died

A lookout turned into a fucking left behind.

Noone finds me spellbinding.

No ones buying me a drink.