Testo No More Tears

One, two, three, and

Insane in a studio in Los Angeles
Rudderless and hungry and high
Ideas of no earthly consequence
Float across my consciousness
And then go dark
As bullseyes
Go down the devil's way
Go down a twenty devil way

Twenty years on they'll be asking what I remember
Go where the dry dust-crawlers tread
The fire in the vocal booth
The doctor who filed down my teeth:
Dreams from the ether overhead

Go down the devil's way
Go down a twenty devil way

Lit candles pressed into the walls down there
Three cans of Aqua Net in my greying hair
Arsenic drifting down through the hourglass
Track-lit hallways that go on for days
Floating like a Portuguese man o' war
Pretty hardcore
Fire offerings, burnt offerings
Thanks and praise

Go down the devil's way
Go down the devil's way
Go down the devil's way
Go down a twenty devil way