Boll weevils color the back of your skull
Hear the sound of the corn growing out of the soil
See the shape of the clouds moving over the town
Monica asks you if you'd like to sleep on the roof of her car in a medical dream
Monica...
The air feels magnetic, chaotic like static
It's crushing you
Monica's laughing and acting erratic
She's taunting you
Time behaves like Monica's cage
Soon you will find
You've wasted your whole life
Your whole life
Your whole life
Time behaves like Monica's cage
Soon you will find, you've wasted your whole life