And the madness overtakes us My God is better than yours And the walls of my house are so thick I hear nothing at all I followed you out in the storm But it carried you off And I burned every picture of yours Was that not enough? My gun is bigger than

Plastic bag in the sea Mysterious form, soul in the dark Under this heavy sealing concrete waves Followed by servants, funeral cortège This pale ghost is gathering his strength Ghost, pale, the procession is crawling Plastic form dead things, it is now

With a suitcase in my hand It had two lights on behind Well I followed her, to the station Yeah, I followed her to the station Whoa, it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell When all your love's in vain When the train, come in the station I looked her in the

oh, oh, oh Mary Mary had a little lamb His bleeks was white as snow everywhere that Mary went The lamb was sure to go He followed her to school one day And that was against the rules He made the children laugh and play You've seen that lamb

Plastic bag in the sea Mysterious form, soul in the dark Under this heavy sealing concrete waves Followed by servants, funeral cortège This pale ghost is gathering his strength Ghost, pale, the procession is crawling Plastic form dead things, it is now

Say something, I'm giving up on you Anywhere, I would've followed you I'll be the one, if you want me to And I am feeling so small It was over my head I know nothing at all And I will stumble and fall I'm still learning to love Just starting to crawl

You know I hobo'd, hobo'd, hobo'd, hobo'd Hobo'd a long, long way from home, oh Lord When I first thought to hobo'in, hobo'in I took a freight train to be my friend, oh Lord You know my mother, she followed me that mornin', me that mornin', that mornin'

All my love's in vain When the train, it left the station, with two lights on behind I followed her to the station, with a suitcase in my hand And I followed her to the station, with a suitcase in my hand Well, it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell, when

Who knows how long I've been lost in the dark.Followed. Closely by the footsteps of my failures. What can I do to alter my perception of the way and the truth? Drowning Once again.Will I live another day? Let this burden drift away. Who knows how long

Getting drunk with these bitches and when they leave, they get followed I got a story to tell, you know I cherish thee Hope it ain't too many feelings involved I see niggas in this bitch, stuntin', popping bottles Fall asleep with that bitch and really