Woorden: Jerry Cantrell. S.O.S..

Don't know what to say, nothing new to tell ya
Downtime I create, enter self-destructor
Sever all, no more ties, walk away from each other
I know you're my brother and I don't even know ya

Both beard and my face growing longer
The stench of decay growing stronger
Reality and dream intermingle
Contently swallow shit on a shingle

Reality and dream intermingle

Don't know what to say, nothing new to tell ya
Downtime I create, enter self-destructor
Sever all, no more ties, walk away from each other
I know you're my brother but I don't even know ya

Both beard and my face growing longer
The stench of decay growing stronger
Reality and dream intermingle
Contently swallow shit on a shingle

Both beard and my face growing longer
The stench of decay growing stronger
Reality and dream intermingle
Contently swallow shit on a shingle

Both beard and my face growing longer
Growing longer, growing on long
Reality and dream intermingle

Both beard and my face growing longer
The stench of decay growing stronger
Reality and dream intermingle
Contently swallow shit on a shingle

Both beard and my face growing longer
The stench of decay growing stronger
Reality and dream intermingle
Contently swallow shit on a shingle