I can see things changing slowly I can see things, they're not there Breathing and slurred before my eyes Sitting alone still awake Pleased to meet you, hello hello My name is john, mister doe My octagon eye is blazing red Can we shake hands or shall I say I knew you Well, I'm sure I know what I really don't And I see real well with all of these eyes When satin feels like broken glass I know it's time to smile Draintime, Draintime Now it's time to say goodbye to me I saw everything one hundred years ago I am the bullet that killed the president You know the secret of my rotten teeth And the snake that I sleep with on my bed of nails I look out over the fields of green And I can't seem to smell the fragrance of the flowers I look to the sun, I see a void of darkness I see things and hear things, yet nothing exists Draintime, Draintime Slowly but surely my time comes Draintime, Draintime