Horror Holiday

I am the echo of a thought meant well
 I am the feeling of the ice machine
 I am the font of the letterhead
 On the cover of a magazine
 I am the vision of a deathless soul
 On the pages and between the folds
 In the smudge and the blotter
 In the smile of another
 Wake up those
 Sucking at the belly of the ram and the lamb
 Waiting for the dead man
 Reach out up and into space feel nothing
 No time No gods No grace
 Nobody is left behind your eyes
 I'm not the one who died
 I'm not the one who stares like an idiot savant
 Waiting for the death cab
 Scream Scream Scream
 If you wanna die faster
 You can bring your angel
 Scream Scream Scream
 If you wanna die faster
 We're going
 On holiday
 A horror holiday
 It's a shtick up
 Hair up Nails out Boots on Kiss kiss
 Following the stench of death
 Reach out Down into the grave
 Feel nothing no bones
 No body
 To save you
 Lost the girl you lost the way
 You left the room you couldn't pay
 Now you're staring at the sea
 In the sights of a gun
 Wishing you where here for
 A death in the sun