June ended, July began
The sacrament of penance has done no good
I tried to be good
This should\'ve been cut and dried
The sacrament of penance has done no good
The sacrament has done no good
The pain I feel is real
It\'s the grim reality I live with
I feel ten times lighter than I ever did
I have unfastened myself from the harness
After four long years of madness
This should\'ve been cut and dried
I have a new stomach
I am august, in my, in my dollhouse
Like the darling child acting duly
Poor girls cried for Barbie
I entered the new year blue and I adjusted
The sacrament is invalid
The carrier pigeon has bowed out
I\'m in another world, in a flowery dream
In an Eden, performed the post-mortem
Stumbled across a bonanza, one day
In the idyllic countryside
I walked over hills and through fields
Drawn in by the many colours
I continued, off the cuff
Followed the fur clouds
Travelled for hours
In the search for fossils
With my handy bone tools
I ended up somewhere, somewhere strange
Blind to the signs, wound up in a peculiar situation
On an endless road, with no plan B
Ghosts echo in me.