I've got a package to deliver, but no address / And returning to sender is not an option / I've got a feeling that you might confess / If I show up at your door
There's a trail, a thin red line, from the sandbox to the lab / There's a leap of faith from imagination to textbooks / You talk about reason when it sits at your nose / I asked you for truth and you gave me prose
You might choke on your own words, I have seen you mumble / And fall prey to your own trap, bound and gagged
The needle in hand / Your serum of truth / A soothing dose / Shot through the ear / The message intact / Sedation complete / A calming bullet / Shot to the head
You might trip over your own feet, I have seen you stumble / And fall prey to your own trap, bound and gagged
I've been searching these streets for days, to find your home / But all I could find was a locked door
There's a trail, a thin red line, from the sandbox to the lab / There's a leap of faith from imagination to textbooks / You talk about reason when it sits at your nose / I asked you for truth and you gave me prose
You might choke on your own words, I have seen you mumble / And fall prey to your own trap, bound and gagged
The needle in hand / Your serum of truth / A soothing dose / Shot through the ear / The message intact / Sedation complete / A calming bullet / Shot to the head
You might trip over your own feet, I have seen you stumble / And fall prey to your own trap, bound and gagged
I've been searching these streets for days, to find your home / But all I could find was a locked door