Here and then

Something is wrong with me.

Who's hands do I know?

And what is the difference?

I've been dancing like Jacob,

toward the dawn, for as long as I have known.

I'm looking for that angel with a bullet in mind.

Left a mark upon me,

that I can never change.

I can't keep this up,

something is wrong with me.

I'm most sorry about this.

Made from the mold,

take up my clay,

and me made them like you made me.

I've been dancing like Jacob,

toward the dawn, for as long as I have known.

I'm looking for that angel with a bullet in mind.