rapture

god is that sexy 

little gossamer number

see right through

to the other side and back

strike fear and wonder 

in a man's giblets 

make a man root in his pants

for excuses to take home

gets the blood flowing 

if you know what I mean

paint by numbers

this life you're given 

is paint-by-numbers

one numbered picture

some numbered paints 

this is the picture 

what is supposed to be

some bright family 

only somebody 

down at the factory 

must have packed for me 

the colors for a picture they called "Storm on the Sea" 

this is the picture 

here are my wife and son 

blue-gray like a gun

this is the picture 

graphite and stone and flint 

day to day living skint

this is the picture 

charcoal and stone 

thunder and shadow

charcoal and stone 

this is the picture 

we kill all vampires

watch everyone around you

every soul you see

is shedding misery

we kill all vampires

every Saturday night

we take an antidote before we go

to prepare our souls for the fight

we resurrect our monsters

bring them back from the dead

to kill them one more time

we kill all vampires

every Saturday night

we push a cure as pure as we dare

to keep off the vampire's bite

when we are conjuring our own ghosts

out there in the back

we reach way way down 

we reach way way down into our killer kits

and prepare for attack

we kill all vampires

every Saturday night

we take an antidote before we go

to prepare our souls for the fight

we kill all vampires

every Saturday night

we push a cure as pure as we dare

to keep off the vampire's bite

the time between

what they wanted
was to trap it,

diagram it
get the coordinates
but that's where the trouble starts.

all we wanted
was to cut the tension

break the silence
excavate the evidence

signs that we were still alive

to pass the time between

when we were children 

when we were grown

to pass the time between

when we were smoking teens

when we were smoking teens

we put out cigarettes 

on our skin

we carved our arms

with kitchen scissors

we wanted ugly
wanted ugly

to cut through the angry

to cut through the sad

to punish ourselves

for being so bad

to show you

this is how much 

this skin can hurt

this is how much 

this nothing hurts
this is how much

cut the tension

break the silence

dig up evidence that we were still alive

cut the tension

break the silence

excavate the evidence

we are alive

into the wood

[[ it might be trance, drugs, meditation, dreams ]]

nothing else 

only this horse

only

only the horse

only

nothing but this horse

nothing

nothing but this horse

nothing

so saddle up

put on your hat

your hat

put on your hat

your hat

nothing but this horse

nothing

nothing but this horse

nothing

and then hold on

we are almost gone

into the wood

you feel so good 

you forget 

you feel so good 

you forget 

nothing but this horse

nothing

nothing but this horse

nothing

you forget 

you have ever 

wanted

you forget 

you have ever 

wanted food

you forget 

you have ever 

felt this

you forget 

you have ever 

felt this good

you forget

almost

to breathe

people say 

you're wasting

people say 

you waste away

people waste 

their days

saying things

when they could
go with you

into the wood