We slipped through the dark
Wasted our consciousness, breathing our morals like glue
Night-Circling Sharks
Traded for all of this, needing some normal review

When you see me jumping out of my skin
I'll tell you which of them are haunting me in there
In your lighthouse, bathing the scene
This is your nightmare up on the screen

We're shaken and shocked
Finding your broken and bleeding and bloated remains
I'm waiting to talk, waiting for Amity Police to be cordoning the scene

When you see me tumbling out of my chair
You'll be no worse for lack of something to wear
This is your timeshare, rest of the week
There were no nights where everyone sleeps

Your angels and gods,
Taken you up to relieve you your former physique,
By now have been brought to justice,
Rewarding your soul with remorse and retreat

When you see me standing there on the dock
I'll wish you'd told me what you said when you talked
There in your light house, painting the scene
This is your night mare up on the screen