and one night a song sang its way through my memory
it said that "i lived in a devil town, that all my friends were vampires
i looked up then, i looked up for God and i saw nothing
i looked around then, i looked for God and i felt nothing
my years of superstition imposed upon me life some brick curse
how i had hoped to rally, oh how i had hoped to be something more than everything i woke to
every morning
nothing is ever enough, nothing is ever enough, nothing is ever enough
when the rain comes, it pours and soaks you to the gristle of your tired and tested bones
i have given, i am hoarse, i am limping along in sympathy and pity
i am crazy, i am a street corner, i am a test of faith,
necessary to acquire, easy to lose