Antidote - Fog Lake

Chew me out of this hole, dear

Ward me off with amethyst

Half built walls still setting in

Sold my soul to the devil, yeah

You left home so I should have known

That I’d be waiting by the telephone

But I won’t fall to pieces

I’ll bet on my antidote

I saw one of your nightmares on the big screen

Such a sacred scene

What’s in store for me?

Once you plant the seed

Drink it to get rid of me

Until bad intentions speak