everything is rags  and there's nobody to blame but me  and it would be so easy  if there was no one to hurt but me  but now everything that I do  comin' out of me  will just tear through you  in and out of you  up and down your life  like a curse  cast by the only son of rags  who would wrap you up  in all the finest tatters  but he wanted nothin' more,  my loved one,  than to wrap you up in joy  but it never be with me  - you and I are like  two worlds  not meant to collide  Death to each other  in the unravelling of time  so how do you...  how do you like it?  what kind of dream  would you call it -  to have one foot in Eden  one foot in Hell  to be always numb  Plagued by demons  Summoned by Angels  at the same time,  endlessly  But I will burn me  right out of this place  I will lay you down to sleep  so when you wake  I'll be gone  and You  will remember  Nothing  You  will remember  Nothing