No Trigger Department Of The Interior
headed for a breakdown again
twenty worlds of thought constantly crushing my
subconscious
gutted by the brain wolves again
it’s tough to stand up tall without any of your own
organs
constellation
which one do I follow
to solidify the ground beneath my feet and make it more
than hollow
tuck myself in under the earth tonight
craving warmth and comfort learning lessons in a man’s
frame
still an adolescent
under skin and skull
digs into my bones
just the way I wanted it
now I got all of it
just the way I wanted it
now I got all of it
just the way I wanted it
now I got it
huddled under the cold moonlight
one eye towards the sky
hanging on the b-side of Siamese Dream
sand between my toes and traditional medicine is so
easy to swallow
until you choke
it’s even tougher when you know what’s coming
some choices can leave you wide open
it’s even tougher when you know what’s coming
