Tilling My own grave to keep me level. Jam another dragon down the hole. Digging to the rhythm and the echo of a solitary silence, one that pushes me along and leaves me so... Desperate, Ravenous, so Weak and Powerless. Over you. Someone feed the monkey while I dig in search of China, white as Dracula as I approach the bottom. Desperate, Ravenous, so Weak and Powerless. Over you. Little angel go away, come again some other day. The Devil has my ear today, I'll never hear a word you say. He promised I would fine a little solace and some peace of mind. Whatever, just as long as I don't feel so... Desperate, Ravenous, so Weak and Powerless. Over you.