Out of the closet
Onto your faces

Out of this box I found a photo mouldy
Into my mind, likely into my mind

Silly am I
I scream out loud
There it was on the ground
Memory line, the mishaps inside
I began to find
Just give me a clue

Up the down ladder I go
Where I fall, nobody knows
The sicko and the horseman's on the hill
I beg him to leave, he's there instead
The sicko and the horseman stand

So many walls inside my head
Where to hang my new disposition
Into the outposts and onto our graves
All things crave for harm, make harm fun

Silly am I
I scream out loud
There it was on the ground
Memory line, the mishaps inside
I began to find a clue into you

I scream
I'm alone
I can feel the rain
Something old, something new

Round and round the cypress we go
Where we fall, nobody knows
The sicko and the horseman's on the hill
I beg him to leave, he's there still
The sicko and the horseman, they're dead

There's a picture when I was young
Blood stands behind the ground
With the ground, with the ground