through the helter skelter morning... fix yourself while you still can.
no more ashes to ashes. no more cinders from the sky.
and all the laws of creation tell a dead man how to die.
looking through a broken diamond to make the past what it should be.
through the ruins and the weather... capsized boats in the sea.
the desert's down below us, and the storm's up above.
like a stray dog gone defective; like a paper tiger in the sun.
i just hold on to nothing and see how long nothing lasts.
there's one road to the morning. there's one road to the truth.
there's one road back to civilization, but there's no road back to you.
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