Is it over I wonder why you ask at this time I don't feel right Hand it over tonight We won't have time They stole the night Hand it over Hand it over Hand it over I can't fight My weakened mind Is it over Is it over Is it finally over now My decaying brain's senile
Stunt by the crushing weight In and out a conscious state I have a pit in my gut And its growing strong I can't defecate I'm no good at sex I gave my body away I'm not looking for love Not looking I just hate being alone
You watched me grow Bethanet In 1988 You went insane Do you recall your lovers name My dancing Bethanet Calling out names To not be heard
Scream at the walls You're cynical They want your blood Will she return
Blown by the wind and caught by a storm
Is it over I wonder why you ask at this time I don't feel right Hand it over tonight We won't have time They stole the night Hand it over Hand it over Hand it over I can't fight My weakened mind Is it over Is it over Is it finally over now I'm decaying weak and vile
