A dead glareThis very hard landscapeEverybody's sitting around in cold,
metal rooms, waiting for that phone callYou only know me when my head is
full of talk, but then minutes after I leave you, my head is surely gone
She hears me blikingLeave the machine alone, they're working overtime
A brutal test paternAt the thought of a horrible cancer in my mind, she
sleepsI wanna wash my brainIf it comes, don't call 911The power lines
is fallingHe had nothing left to sayNo guests, pleaseNo people, please
Don't wanna go outsideI've got a feeling you don't wanna know a Carbon 14
brain testShe dyed my pantsI tried to tell herI think she understood
I feel like blood combing my brain