Throw me in the back of the waiting bus. Father time what have you done. When will it be time? When ever that maybe keep moving on. When will I be released from my absolution? Do you know me? When the light hits your eyes it burns behind them. I am a zombie and you can't define me. I'm misguided high handed. Don't know where I've been, don't know what I've got into. I watching as you disappear into the ground. You hurt where you sleep and sleep where you cry, Somebodys in my head again.