Pale Horse The Smashing Pumpkins

If I was to listen I’d turn back
Give up on my reasons
Forgive up the past
You think I’d swallow that?
Bearing weight in ceilings
Just to stop and ask of Thorazine
Thorazine, Thorazine, Thorazine
They give you this
They take away that
Thorazine

There’ll be no others
There’ll be no long lost friends
Empty on the insides
Empty of a last pretense
To stand by on feeling of the end

So many lives
A runaway life
So many lies

When they locked you up they shut me out
Gave me the key so I could show you round
Yet we were not allowed
Omens of the daydream
But caught as you’re bound in Thorazine
Thorazine, Thorazine, Thorazine
They give you this
They take away that
Thorazine