I can't slip my skin. I'm full of dust. I'm chemically imbalanced. I'm cancer. Bad astrology's the answer. If I were a child again. I'd be holy and not insane. I've got the tear. I can't get out of the void into the light. Out of the void into the light. I'm scarecrow man. I'm made of rags and straw. I'm paranoid. I can't see or feel or speak. I lust hang. I'm so tired I can't sleep. I'm so hungry I can't eat. I've got the fear. I can't get out of the void into the light. Out of the void into the light.