Mother, how come I feel so undone? Hollow, sorrowful, silent and numb.
Mother, how come I feel so undone? Lately I'm greatly disturbed at the state of your son.
Last night I fell from my window, I'm clumsy that way. This morning I woke on my pillow in terrible pain.
Mother, how come I feel so undone? Hollow, sorrowful, silent and numb.
This morning visitors came to my house, I tried to escape but I couldn't get out. I ran to the bathroom and bolted the door then I fell to the floor and I wept. Idiots savant and psychics in drag, screaming young women who bully and bait me. Why does it feel like a hundred odd years since I slept?
Send in Acorah, send in Yvette, send in the psychic parade.
Send in the gormless celebrity guest, send in the screaming young maid.
Send in the camera man, send in the cast, send in the modern day mage.
Send in the sceptic, send in the scientist, forgive him his heretic ways.
Send in Acorah, send in Yvette, send in the psychic parade, to mistake my name and my manner of death, to trample all over my grave.
Send in Acorah, send in Yvette, send the whole sorry parade, it's years since I rested, it's years since I slept, I'm coming to terms with my age.
Send in Acorah, send in Yvette, send the whole sorry charade, they pushed me too often, they pushed me too far, and I aim to do damage today.