It's as if there's only the sockets
Where his emerald green eyes used to be
He sinks all day long in his wheel chair
Not even aware that I'm me
All it took was for him to go back
That one time
Back to Sid's old neighborhood
He followed those China dolls
On down the street
As they kissed and they beckoned
And swore it'd be good
Their drug's inner circle engulfed him
It's members like black, crooked trees
With doll parts and crutches for limbs
And eyeballs that twitch with disease
When he fell over backwards
They all fled like cowards
And hid like the breed of madd dogs that they are
Except one who stood tall
As if through with them all
I clutched at his shirt and I screamed
What did you give him
What did you give him
His words fell softly upon me
Though I tore and I begged and I shook
"It's not what I gave him at all, my dear
It's not what I gave him, at all
It's what I took