Pale Saints
A Revelation
Black limousine
Wait 'til the feeling explains what it means
Cozy inside
How does it feel when you think that it's real?
Your mind's taking you out for a ride

Nobody's home
Drunk on a bottle of leave me alone
Consuming the town
Running around with your head in your pants
Pretty soon you'll be chasing yourself

Look at yourself
Sweating and smelling like somebody else
Everything fits
Something about the new poem you read
Means that you should call an ambulance