oh lord please unplug me


Oh my body has been punished.
Lord, I think I've had enough.
Oh my body has been punished
with too much and not enough.
Oh my body has been punished
and my mind can no longer bluff.
My mind is so unkind, my mind is so unkind.
It keeps me crying all the time.


...



(Will you meet me in the morning, with sun fresh on the dew?
Will you meet me in the afternoon, made just for me and you?
Will you meet me in the evening, when the nighttime starts to crawl?
Will you meet me in the hall?
Will you meet me on the wall?
Will you meet me at all?)