Fragile thoughts crack in the seem
Forgotten words appear inside my dream
A hundred birds are humming in my head
As I lie breathing softly in my bed
Turn tide is washing me ashore
You filthy bitch, don\'t be a whore
Gods hand is slapping your big ass
You trust the words of men alas
Dead bodies resting in my room
I like to play inside their tombs

A tainted soul, a tainted soul
The bells they toll, for me they toll

Flying inside myself so low
The dust is screwing up the thrust
I fly away from me solo
I\'ve got no grip on things, I\'m bust
A junky watches as I clutch my arms in pain
Growing on me I try to say
The words are filthy as they fall upon th thread
The alcohol is flowing and I feel dead
Froze up in sleep one night I think
So I am gone, the broken link

A tainted soul, left in a breakfast bowl
The bells they toll, for me they toll
A tainted bowl inside my soul
The bells they toll, for me they toll