I could break free from the wood of a coffin if I needBut nothing's hard as getting free from places I've already beenI've been waste-deep in the burning meadowsof my mindIn the engineIn cold Decembershooting fire from the hoseNow turn off your lights'cause I'm not coming home'til I'm delivered for the first timeI was first-born to a parade that follows in rowsdown a narrow cold black riverfaceless shadowsmoving slowI would move swift when the sounds of a trumpet would blowI've been the puppetI've been the stringsI know the vacant face it bringsNow the bells of curfewThey may ring before I'm throughBut soonI'll be delivered for the first timeYou might keep clean in the back of an angel motorcadeIt doesn't matter who walks in you know, the joke is still the sameYou'll just wake up like a disposable loverdecomposedI've been goneI've been rememberedI've been aliveI've been a ghostSo now, if downtown explodesI'll still be on this road'til I'm delivered for the first timeI have drawn blood from the necklinewhen vampires were in fashionYou know I'd even learn to cut my throatIf I thought I could fit in'Cause I, I once heard that you gotta learnhow to blend in to this messWhere nothing's hardnothing's preciousand nothing's smooth or flawlessNow, no more amusedjust screaming to be deliveredfor the first timeNow I'm 10 miles in the deep and mighty blue seaLooking back, towards a long white beach burning up into yellow flamesAnd I just wave back like a little boy up on a ponyin a show'cause I can't fixsomething this complexany more than I can build a roseSo just keep on letting go'cause I must be closeto being delivered for the first timeNow I'd rather bleed out a long stream from being lonely and feel blessedWell than drown, laying face downin a puddle of respectI was once lost in the corridors of the arenain blindfoldsI've been the bullI've been the whipI just pulled down the matadorSo now, turn on your lights'cause I'm comin' homeI've been delivered for the first time