i'm going crazy, this shit is out of hand
melting away with this anchor in my hand
i keep tripping and stumbling over words
women and children first, man overboard
fishing through a foggy truth
the light is a guide to navigate through
red sky at night is a sailor's delight
you can't tell with the salt in your eyes
the hunting party has grown
outgrown and overspilling
you can try to contain us
you consume all around us
i take lessons from the quiet phone, the unknocked on door
the unopened mailbox and the clock that won't shut off
someday I'll substitute a bullet for two tylenol
stand straight
look ahead
don't turn your back on me now

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN