The Prophet is dead And I can't see
The Prophet is there But I can't see
The lost that are dead Will set you free
The lost that are dead Will set you free
Hey

My neighbor is sad I don't know quite why
He relies on the drink To maintain a line
There's hives on my skin now And my brow oh she bleeds
My brow oh she bleeds now, now, now, now, now

Hey

And I believe, And I believe, And I believe, I won't believe
And I believe, And I believe, And I believe, I won't believe
Roll off the grass, and let the insects breathe
Roll off the grass, and let us, the insects, breathe
Roll off the grass, and the let the incest breed
Roll off the grass, and let us, the insects, breathe

Catching the sun! Watching the sun! Worship the sun! Stare at the sun!