I dont know...maybe it was the rain    Another gray day...a fault maybe    The real test was finding a bucket with enough holes to let it out    One of those days when the corn dries up and your nose turns red    The ground crackles, the crystals break    Mid day the sun sets, back up...back up to the warm room    God is laying across your bed talking backwards    Here, take my leg, take my eyes, take my brain...take my brain...my brain...    M?, m? without the window again    I got some blood on the floor, the window wont close...its getting cold    The winged merchant flies with eyes of fire..no, no not this again    Its like a stone that smokes instead of burns, like wet wood thats green and fresh    You want my chicken? My potato salad?    You want me to tell you how my day was?    WELL GOD WAS ON MY BED WHEN I GOT HOME.....    Thats how my day was.