Tel Aviv

Well

She took me outside

And I was listening to her voice

I could tell ya

She said some things she may regret

And some things she may rejoice

Just like the fruits of sorrow

Dying on the vine

I too partook its bitter taste

And I shined

Just at that moment

Before God intervenes, yeah

Some kind asylum

Wide awake in Tel Aviv

When you fall into evil moods

And the spirits mock you in the radio static

Then you better hope the dope don't make you

Telepathetic

Just like the seeds of ruin

With its sickly blooms

I lost the good fight every day

In these rooms