Story Behind the Song
You'll have to ask Ben himself, because I'm afraid if I try to describe it, I'll be totally wrong.
Recorded by Bob Cain at Ambient Sound in St. Paul, Minnesota in March 2002.
Lyrics
Hey, what's your plea? Is it to touch me tentatively?
Oblique, problematic souls is all that we'll ever be...ever be
So what, do I care? About the pictures that burn, scrape and tear?
Put some chemicals in my brain so that I'm not there
It goes through my skull every day and night,
The end seems near and the end seems right
Leap out of my body, even maybe today
Self-inflicted death is on it's way
And now it's heavy, we've taken these thoughts out way too far
keep them out of (you) the way, where they can do harm
It goes through my skull every day and night,
The end seems near and the end seems right
Leap out of my body, even maybe today
Self-inflicted death is on it's way
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