There's a man he talks to angels  People coming from inside  Talking treason with Milton's heroes  Touch-tone dialing for the ride  And he's gone...  They say he's crazy a stranger to the world  Needles piercing through his hands  Breaking up deamons coming faster  Holding on as best he can  And he's gone...  Can you see them staring from the corner?  Breathing fire from the head  Losing sight of the strength of reality  Forgot the life he once led  And he's gone... away.