well i'm an introvert and a stoner
and i think i'm becoming a loner
because it's all in my head
but i don't know how to put it on paper
but i see white falling down from the gray sky in the clouds
to match the sadness i feel in this town
but it's not real
it's just silent death
to all who must feel
each flake on their head

well do you hear the stallion kicking up dust in the wind
as it runs through the field
that it senses and feels?
do you hear the wardrums beating incessantly
and apocalyptic hymn
filled with joy and madness and the promise of,
i promised i wouldn't sin

well do you hear the stallion kicking up dust in the wind
as it runs through the field
that it senses and feels?
do you hear the wardrums beating incessantly
and apocalyptic hymn
filled with joy and madness and the promise of sin