Out of the Void

I can't slip my skin. I'm full of dust. I'm chemically imbalanced. I'm cancer. Bad astrology's the answer. If I were a child again, I'd be holy, and not insane. I've got the tear. I can't get out of the void, into the light. Out of the void, into the light. I'm scarecrow man. I'm made of rags and straw I'm paranoid. I can't see, or feel, or speak. I just hang. I'm so tired, I can't sleep. I'm so hungry, I can't eat. I've got the fear. I can't get out of the void, into the light. Out of the void, into the light. --- Out of the Void - Primal Scream