It's not perfect, your fate is realBeen hoped to hear ghosts kneel on bedA lonely night like others just diedI got to find styleBut you won't get the picture tooHe's not the one to reloadOne stop just off aheadRight when you're tired out with the kidsIn dreams, bright eyes, wide open skyI've found the way to kill my brainI've found the way to kill my brainIf you wanna take a closer lookHe's not the one to reloadAre you not far prepared?He's put a child on the bedHe'll come backHe's on a bus to go to themJust a story from an old bookHe's not the one to reloadOne stop, just off aheadRight when you're tired out with the kidsOut with the tide, out with the castleAre you not far from hell?There's good and shadow to themNo power, no dust, no stuff to themNo power, no dust, no stuff to them