Psychic Psycho

Floating high above the pine

Watching static freeze in time

Casket open, black and gold I am watching mine unfold

Is this the end of my design?

(No!) My cold skin left far behind!

Psychic psycho, looking down

Over my own weeping town!

Dead but breathing in the sky

I never got to say goodbye! (aaargh!)

Strangers cry and hold their hands

Mourning what nobody understands

Looking at my quiet face

Drifting out of time and space

No pulse inside my chest

(No pulse!) They lay my soul to rest But I am in

the air!

Psychic psycho, looking down Over my own weeping town!

Dead but breathing in the sky I never got to say goodbye! (aaargh!)

I see

my grave! (I see it!) Psychic psycho!