Tinkling Spook Fest Video (MV)

I'm in bed, depressed, upset, whatever
I'll weather the weather until, everything is better
My center is so, airy, I barely exist at all
I bawl, halt, and stare at the f*cking wall
Withdraw from all my cares and compare them to wherewithal
I'm a doll, no thought, I'm the bottom that I forgot
I'm sodom without the top that was blown off when it was bopped
I'm saltier than a lot, and got caught up in pillared rocks
My pillow is all I got as I'm rotting inside this coffin
Cough a lung and call it fun, I'm undone, I need a hug
No others inside this rug and I'm bugging out in the mud
I'm becoming a little ugly and running from inner love
But I'm living and livid, lid is unlimited in a rush
And the wind is whipping, listen to whistles of will-o-wisps
Skip the shushes and utterances that cling to their kin
I sing off key and keep off sweets as the seasons are on repeat

There's something beyond this door, the porch, and this raucous storm
Locking war out of my home but beneath it I've always known
Something borne out of its own and annointed on horned thrones
Will close around my throat and control me when I'm alone
No one's seen me in weeks and the screaming's becoming shrieks
Funny thing is that I'm speaking to people inside my dome
Get no sleep and I'm eating out of the can of a corn
It understands I need warmth, it's now my family complete
I got a penny, a tissue, I'm just missing the chip
Fell off the shoulders of giants and watching feet where they step
Get left deep in the pits of their loaded soles, am I holesome?
I've lost control I'm in chaos so f*cking f*ck it I'm done
This world is dumb and I'm numb to it, numbered days in a month
These phantom pains are a punch and my stomach's angry as shit
I'm a bit of a dangerous bitch and I'm feeling shameful and twisted
The distant angles in vision, I wish for change in the cut

It doesn't matter, doesn't matter, doesn't matter, I don't
I'm just a ghost a f*cking spectral extra-terrestrial UFO
Don't use a phone and choose to roam the separate corners of my room
Entombed in rain and my familiars are far away I assume
Not they love or even like me I'm high key a funny joke
My brain is a runny yolk that was slightly assaulted, nope
I'm hiding inside to cope and keep biding my time with dope
I'm so vile I hate myself, don't deserve shit, I'm so not worth it
So purposeless and yet earnest, I'm burning inside this furnace
I don't feel, disassociate, and pray I'm still real
I'm my God in this existence instant body loss and soul
Is kneeling folded neatly hold it, I won't do this anymore
I've been ignoring my normalizations daily upheaval
Of sweeter dreams than an evil seeping it's seeds through my pores
I've sat indoors laying dormant with no support than a cordless
My corpse is morbid but warping into some porcelain horse shit