Текст песни Out Of The Attic

Out of the closet Onto your faces Out of this box I found a photo mouldy Into my mind, likely into my mind Silly am I I scream out loud There it was on the ground Memory line, the mishaps inside I began to find Just give me a clue Up the down ladder I go Where I fall, nobody knows The sicko and the horseman's on the hill I beg him to leave, he's there instead The sicko and the horseman stand So many walls inside my head Where to hang my new disposition Into the outposts and onto our graves All things crave for harm, make harm fun Silly am I I scream out loud There it was on the ground Memory line, the mishaps inside I began to find a clue into you I scream I'm alone I can feel the rain Something old, something new Round and round the cypress we go Where we fall, nobody knows The sicko and the horseman's on the hill I beg him to leave, he's there still The sicko and the horseman, they're dead There's a picture when I was young Blood stands behind the ground With the ground, with the ground