Is it over
I wonder why you ask at this time
I don't feel right
Hand it over tonight
We won't have time
They stole the night
Hand it over
Hand it over
Hand it over I can't fight
My weakened mind
Is it over
Is it over
Is it finally over now
My decaying brain's senile

Stunt by the crushing weight
In and out a conscious state
I have a pit in my gut
And its growing strong
I can't defecate
I'm no good at sex
I gave my body away
I'm not looking for love
Not looking I just hate being alone

You watched me grow
Bethanet
In 1988
You went insane
Do you recall your lovers name
My dancing Bethanet
Calling out names
To not be heard

Scream at the walls
You're cynical
They want your blood
Will she return

Blown by the wind and caught by a storm

Is it over
I wonder why you ask at this time
I don't feel right
Hand it over tonight
We won't have time
They stole the night
Hand it over
Hand it over
Hand it over I can't fight
My weakened mind
Is it over
Is it over
Is it finally over now
I'm decaying weak and vile