Interpret:

Ministry

Album:

Dark Side Of The Spoon

I seem to find myself each time I run away 
Don't give me vivid in some yester body (selling) days ? 
Sometimes they reappear just like the sands of time 
Or d'ya like some quick sand baby running off my summer wine 


Same faces broken homes 
Those memories have fled 
All tears within me now are dormant or dead 
My viens are bursting with a thirst that you cannot ignore 


Alright Eureka's Pile 
Now my saviour, or my whore 


There's a lot that they don't mind when things aren't what they seem 
I always wake up baby cos I always wake up me 
My life may ain't come to much 
Ignore my history 


Least my Eureka Pile can see some way I feel 
Ain't the way I see (* 2) 


My Eureka Pile and me.