I got bones I could pick up off ancient roads
I got vipers on my heels and rips in my soles
Ya the shadows in my past, anointed with pious
My love, my boo, all wrapped in violence
AHHHHH
I got pain for the horns that I used to blow
And for the slow painful death of knowing the unknown
So to people that speak without fear of lying
And to the kid in the cave, who ain't seen the sky yet
GO
I got joy, joy, joy, joy, joy, joy, joy
Some people will tell you it doesn't make sense
Some people will tell you it doesn't make sense
Some people will tell you it doesn't make sense