Some things you do just to see
how bad they'll make you feel
Sometimes you try to freeze time
'til the slots are a blur
of spinning wheels
But I am just a broken machine
and I do things that I
don't really mean
Long black night
morning frost
I'm still here
but all is lost
Speed up to the precipice
and then slam on the brakes
Some people crash
two or three times
and then learn
from their mistakes
But we are the ones
who don't slow down at all
and there's nobody there
to catch us when we fall
Long black night
morning frost
I'm still here
but all is lost
Feel the storm every night
hope it passes by
Hallucinate a shady grove
where Judas went to die
Unfurl the black velvet altar cloth
draw a white-chalk Baphomet
Mistreat your altar boys
long enough
and this is what you get
Sad and angry
can't learn how to behave
Still won't know how
in the darkness of the grave
Long black night
morning frost
I'm still here
but all is lost