Sick

So is there really something great?

Do you remember the things you said you'd send

Well I guess they never came anyway

And I'm sure you never cared anyway

Take my head and a hand

Smash me against the wall

Numerous times I think i've wandered

The black and stony hills

Are they really ours to decide when I return will I?

I've been trying to picture me with you

And there's a very strange wall

Built into the side of a hill

And it looks just like a sign or a clue

For somebody else

Its a signal to deliver

The final crushing blow