Oh god I've got to got to got to got to get out.
Oh god I've got to got to got to got to get out. Of here
I saw a stack of magazines but they just seem so lonely.
I saw the stack of magazines get up and leave the just Disappeared


Kinda find it kinda funny kinda find it kinda sad.
Cuz the dreams in which I'm dying are the only ones I've had. This year.
Paranoia picks up parts of presence inside of my brain.
I'll Come back down from the high just in time to exclaim...


If you respond by being frightened that is just what they want.


I felt vacant can't shake it can you tell that I'm scared
Chasing abrasive looking faces like the face that I wear. All day.
A Timely message made in heaven just what I need to hear.
Indwelling specter resurrect her and please always be near. I pray.