Death Trip 21

The story of a man who did never exist
Lord of the skies died
With no look in his eyes
Sleepwalked into the afterlife
Died in his sleep
His face incomplete

You got a taste of playing with the dark stuff
Don’t let it get under your skin
I’ve seen your eyes in the bottom of a glass
You died in your sleep your face incomplete

One million miles away
My thoughts afloat in speculation
You fill my dreams like sandman
With the taste of hedonism and death
One million miles away
My thoughts afloat in speculation
You fill my dreams like sandman
With the taste of hedonism and death

Your dark resolved to change your face
On the eve of your death and resurrection
Heavy with sleep deprivation
By death and power intoxicated
The story of a man who did never exist
The surgeons have died
Found in barrels at a building site
Found dead with their nails ripped out
He died in his sleep his
Face incomplete

One million miles away
My thoughts afloat in speculation
You fill my dreams like sandman
With the taste of hedonism and death
One million miles away
My thoughts afloat in speculation
You got a taste of playing with the dark stuff
Don’t let it get under your skin
The world’s overpopulated
Fucked up anyway

You’d hate to think you were missing the fun
You got a taste of playing with the dark stuff
Don’t let it get under your skin
The world’s overpopulated
Fucked up anyway
You’d hate to think you were missing the fun

The story of a man who did never exist
Lord of the skies died
With no look in his eyes
Sleepwalked into the afterlife
Died in his sleep
His face incomplete

You got a taste of playing with the dark stuff
Don’t let it get under your skin
I’ve seen your eyes in the bottom of a glass
You died in your sleep your face incomplete

One million miles away
My thoughts afloat in speculation
You fill my dreams like sandman
With the taste of hedonism and death
One million miles away
My thoughts afloat in speculation

You got a taste of playing with the dark stuff
Don’t let it get under your skin
The world’s overpopulated
Fucked up anyway

You’d hate to think you were missing the fun
You got a taste of playing with the dark stuff
Don’t let it get under your skin
I’ve seen your eyes in the bottom of a glass
You died in your sleep your face incomplete

Song Notes

The song had the working title “Zep / Stooge” when it was demoed.

Tim: I read in the paper one day about this Columbian drug kingpin who died in some weird plastic surgery accident. All the surgeons were killed after he died. There’s some talk the whole thing was a scam to fake this guy’s death. They called him the lord of the skies because he flew his cocaine everywhere in these huge planes.