I keep my walls blank
I move too much
The ground is lava so I hang
From ceiling fans as they spin on high
My arms get tired enough to break
One rotting molar pulsating
Through the inside of my face
Tooth to string and string to door
Slam shut, wake me up
Faces are warped
So I'm catching a train to hell
And it's right on time
Town on a tilt and with a limp
Drag it out, drag me down
In dreams I die
But in waking life I'm fine
Rabbit holes in the back of my eyes
By the time it is over
By the time it is over
By the time it is over
Onto another