the diversion was amiss the idea of love cast by lonesome quips i carried the sun said it was my turn i was only burned i m sure i ve been here before prosthetic limbs clawing at the floor your painted nails on the front porch of the house of the rising sun begging for change end of days that suffocate all i gave and all i ever had to give i lost it i fought it i need it i keep it i want it i taunt it i fucked it i sucked it i can t afford to keep it defeat it and beat it and strip it i m caring i m killing i m willing i m sharing i m drowning i m killing i need it i want it i take it i m coming for mrs if you give me a chance i want to tell you everything that i can t understand1