因为在神没有一件事是不可能的

I emailed my brother a week or so ago and asked him to throw any lyrics he writes at me. I got an email back from him with these. They don't make much sense but that's OK because they sound so cool! I already am almost done with the song. He couldn't think of a good title, so if anyone thinks of one throw it this way!

Count down from 23, all the way to one
In the bottom of a well there's not a lot of sun
She's gone away, stain won't come out
Gotta open that door, no room for doubt
But I'll be damned before I let him in
He's broken too much, gotta think of the women
All the answers are in two-oh-eight
So I'm opening the door and praying it's not too late
to stop her going to it
All gone, before I knew it

I got a baseball bat, and it's stained with blood
I got a bloody knife and some Mongolian mud
I got a media man with an empty heart
I got a girl in my dream, some psychic tart
I got a friend in a factory making wigs
I got a hopeless soldier, and some communist pigs
There's a pretty face who ain't got no voice
And in the end I don't seem to have a choice
When it comes right down to it
I was marked before I knew it

'Cause I'm a marked man with a big blue dot
I'm a marked man with an empty lot
Getting letters from the country that I never receive
The things I've seen you wouldn't believe
What I can't believe is the empty room
the empty house is my memories' tomb
When the cat ran away all hell broke loose
If I can break the wall maybe I can make a truce
with the hanging house and some Cinnamon and Spice
Mediterranean girls don't seem to think twice
before dragging me into it
Undone, before I knew it