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I could break free from the
wood of a coffin
if I need
But nothin´s hard as
Gettin´ free from places
I´ve already been

I´ve been waste-deep
in the burnin´ meadows
of my mind
In the engine
In cold December
shootin´ fire from the hose

Now turn off your lights
´cause I´m not comin´ home
´til I´m delivered for the first time

I was first-born to a parade
that follows in rows
down a narrow cold black river
faceless shadows
movin´ slow

I would move swift when
the sounds of a trumpet would blow
I´ve been the puppet
I´ve been the strings
I know the vacant face it brings

Now the bells of curfew
They may ring before I´m through
But soon
I´ll be delivered for the first time

You might keep clean
in the back of an angel motorcade
It doesn´t matter who walks in
you know, the joke is still the same
You´ll just wake up
like a disposable lover
I´ve been gone
I´ve been remembered
I´ve been alive
I´ve been a ghost

So now, if downtown explodes
I´ll still be on this road
´til I´m delivered for the first time

I have drawn blood
from the neckline
when vampires were in fashion
You know I´d even learn
to cut my throat
If I thought I could fit in

´Cause I, I once heard
that you gotta learn
how to blend in to this mess
Where nothin´s hard
nothin´s precious
and nothin´s smooth or flawless

Now, no more amused
just screaming to be delivered
for the first time

Now I´m 10 miles in the deep
and mighty blue sea
Looking back, towards a long white beach
burnin´ up into yellow flames

And I just wave back
like a little boy up on a pony
in a show
´cause I can´t fix
something this complex
any more than I can build a rose

So just keep on letting go
´cause I must be close
to being delivered for the first time

Now I´d rather bleed out
a long stream from being lonely
and feel blessed
Well than drown, laying face down
in a puddle of respect
I was once lost
in the corridors of the arena
in blindfolds
I´ve been the bull
I´ve been the whip
I just pulled down the matador

So now, turn on your lights
´cause I´m comin´ home
I´ve been delivered for the first time