Whip Blow

I think I'm set on fire
Feel my head I'm coming apart
My body's electric, my mind's a blank
A sudden move could put me out

Soft skin running through my fingers
Coming apart
Coming apart

My hands are shaking
Moving on ice
The surge of blood is running through me
Can't stand still
I'm falling apart
A word, a single thought, it's frenzy
Could put me out

Soft skin running through my fingers
Coming apart
Coming apart
Soft skin running through my fingers
Soft skin runny eyes
Coming apart
Coming apart

Deep pulse, just bare walls
[?] another heartbeat
Got to touch the thing that grips me
What touch could put me out
Soft skin running through my fingers
Soft skin glassy eyes
Coming apart

Soft skin running through my fingers
Coming apart
Coming apart
Soft skin running through my fingers
Soft skin glassy eyes
Coming apart

Feel like coming apart
Soft skin runny eyes
Soft skin running through my fingers
Soft skin and glassy eyes

[Sample: They said I was a hippie. I'm not a hippie. I was a Beatnik before hippies had started. I was a Beatnik down in [?] pounding on bongos and reciting poetry, uh, in the fifties, '54, '55. And when I got out and I seen what they did with the Beat generation, they ate the Beat generation up and they had the hippies on the block and they were fixing to eat the hippies up like they ate the Beats up. That's where they made the mistake with me, they picked me up with the hippies and said I was a hippie. I wasn't a hippie. I was a Beatnik.]