Bleed the sanctity of forevermore Needles touching into desperation I have seen the transmutation Oh Oh Mother, Oh Mother, Oh Mother Head-on my lights are out Head-on my headlights out I'm in for a turn Head-on my lights are out Head-on my headlights out Ready to burn, to burn Hold me mother I don't feel so well I've got something in my head Hold on to me mother So I can pull you down, So I can pull you down, too You pulled your rabbits out of hats Making magic from angel dust It looks like such a pretty dish Help me mother with my last wish Blistering tears Burn my open eyes How many lives I've cried Through my open pores And open sores push it. push it. Pay the pipers a dozen lighters Pay the pusher a dozen lies push it, now push it Pay 20 dollars for forgotten glory Pay a penny for a rehab story Lights are on, my head is out Head-on, my lights are out Head lights on, my head is out Head-on, my lights are out Mother, I'm out I'm out. I'm out. I'M OUT. E.A.Altamura, Copyright 1998
Reason for writing:
Lyrics for a song channeled to me in my mind through the sleeping body of Chris Cornell.
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