Lyrics by Ray Weston

In these woods our beauty lies
In misery, not memory

I've eaten pills no one should swallow
Wound up naked on the floor
Used a gun that wasn't clean
Now I wonder
Slept with whores and fell in love
The bottom was so far away

No scars to remind
No villains at my throat
No kind words will help
Help me, won't someone help me
In misery, not memory

I've tripped so hard no one would follow
Past side three of The Wall
Driven blind and made it home
Hit head on and walked away
Why am I unpunished when
Beauty meets an early end

I'm no victim
Just curious, curious
These woods only bring sorrow

Can't deny and won't admit
That I belong to it

I don't understand

Jimmy slept on John's grave the night we buried him
Chris was found underneath the floor in the house where he was killed
They found Frank Thanksgiving morning with the needle still in his arm

Wake like a Quaker
Full of promise
I'm afraid I'll kill again
Chose the life that's poisoned me
Leave it all to misery
Leave it all to misery
Can't deny
That I belong to misery