there is a time when some of us are healed  there is a time you're clean and undersealed  there is a time it almost looks like fun  there is a time for the bullet of a gun    no one here drinks water  none of us are sane  if you pretend you're my daughter  we do it again and again  no one here is praying  'cause no one here is god  and every word we are saying  might as well be put in blood    there is a time when worms revel in me  there is a time for a pigfaced reality  there is a time and it's usually the afternoon  there is a time and I hope it will be damn soon