I

am

gripped

by

what

I

can-

not

tell

Have

I

slipped

or

have

I

mere-

ly

fell?

I

feel

gypped

my

sen-

ses

tel-

ling

lies

I’ve

been

stiffed

by

ser-

pent’s

sound-

less

cries

Up

in

the

hills

An

ap-

pa-

ri-

tion

Fil-

ling

me

With

su-

per-

sti-

tion

A

fie-

ry

night

the

night

that

I

saw

The

night

that

I

saw

The

night

that

I

saw

Lips

Lips

Lips

Lips

in

the

hills

I’m

so

flipped

sna-

red

by

hid-

den

claws

I’ve

been

t

tripped

I’m

crawl-

ing

on

all

fours

I’ve

been

stripped

the

in-

su-

la-

tion’s

gone

Wish

I’d

slept

to

wa-

king

in

the

morn

Up

in

the

sky

Be-

yond

the

cha-

sm

My

eyes

be-

hold

A

rare

phan-

ta-

sm

The

God-

less

night,

the

night

that

I

saw

The

night

that

I

saw

The

night

that

I

saw

Lips

Lips

Lips

Lips

in

the

hills

Oh

I

am

gripped

by

what

I

can-

not

tell

Have

I

slipped

or

have

I

mere-

ly

fell?

I

feel

gypped

my

sen-

ses

tel-

ling

lies

I’ve

been

stiffed

by

ser-

pent’s

sound-

less

cries

Up

in

the

hills

An

ap-

pa-

ri-

tion

Fil-

ling

me

With

su-

per-

sti-

tion

A

fie-

ry

night

the

night

that

I

saw

The

night

that

I

saw

The

night

that

I

saw

Lips

Lips

Lips

Lips

Lips

Lips

Lips

Lips

in

the

hills