Twist this skull off,

let it pop, (POP! POP! POP!)

let it roll down this river until

it gets embedded in the cold rocks,

Cold rocks,

it won’t take too long to rot, rot,

in the decay of these hopeless thoughts,

toxic like sludge, sludge,

tar hot on your tongue, tongue,

using nothing but the light of stars

on the run, run,

I just spill the ink,

read the splotches love, love-

and tonight there is a lemon slice of moon,

it briefly breaks through the clouds

and illuminates all around you, around you,

burns like lava hot,

I feel marooned on an island of my own doom, doom,

Ironic, all I gotta do to float up off it,

Is let that little seed bloom, bloom,

in the bottom of Pandora’s box,

but I can’t seem to nourish it enough,

I can’t seem to puke up sunshine enough,

I can’t seem to give a fuck enough,

Always in a rush to do nothin’, nothin’,

Always in a cell of my own construction,

nah, that’s not true,

I have a tiny cage embedded in the giant one,

society built, lying right next to you,

like a dog in a shelter,

Helter Skelter,

Ain’t you a little old to be playing Cinderella, Cinderella,

Timber, keep it slender,

Spin in circles until you’re compelled, ugh,

Look at you now, you do what they tell ya, ugh,

You do what they tell ya, ugh,

You do what they tell ya, ugh.

You do what they tell ya, ugh.