I dug my grave in the amber vacuum I farmed the blade in the sacred gloom Saw myself in a tall rut It was hell or high something I lost my mind in a paper bag balloon Profane pilgrims of time Landed in your room Saw myself in a tin cup It was close to death or something Bleach my mind from my crimes Bathe in my patient paisley room I was a pauper, a sage in the womb Then we smiled like cheap perfume on a Goddess Bleach my mind from my crimes Bleach my mind from my crimes Bleach Bleach my mind from my crimes We bleach Bleach my mind from my crimes Bleach my mind from my crimes We bleach Bleach my mind from my crimes Bleach my mind from my crimes