There is a time when some of us are healed
   there is a time you're clean and undersealed
   there is a time it almost looks like fun
   there is a time for the bullet of a gun
  
   no one here drinks water
   none of us are sane
   if you pretend you're my daughter
   we do it again and again
   no one here is praying
   'cause no one here is god
   and every word we are saying
   might as well be put in blood
  
   there is a time when worms revel in me
   there is a time for a pigfaced reality
   there is a time and it's usually the afternoon
   there is a time and I hope it will be damn soon