From the recording Well?
Spiders, clowns and demons circle round my eyes
How did they get in through this closed window?
Idle dancers wearing treacle shoes throwing shapes like slugs in a sandstorm
If I fall asleep by sunrise they'll tunnel through my brain
Crippled tigers and deformed monsters
Jars of slimy organs in formaldehyde
Tasty breakfast... if I ever wake up
Soldiers line up in a cavalry beside my bed
Searching for an answer, lying on the road ahead
Time to see
There's nothing but an open road for me
What is this false awakening?
This tonight is a dream and I could choose to run away
Or face the fire
Soldiers line up and they're trying to get inside my head
Soldiers cry out through their isolation and despair
Do you know the way out of this embrace?
If I cried for help would you come?