Categorize, packaged to sell To drag you down to a rock & roll hell How does that shit settle in your stomach? How is that shit sitting in your gut? Bottle a daydream, buy quick to stay still Hold back the hurt with just your fingertips
Spiders in my blankets, spiders in my head Do the insides disappear? As the outsides turn to bread to feed the rats of the world.
Water in my blankets, water in my head Do the insides disappear? As the outsides turn to bread to feed the rats of the world
So don't dive into me I'm the deepest well of bullshit you've ever seen And I doubt you'll get out of this dream because the bed that I stay in doesn't seem to be clean so I'll sweat until I'm pure again, we talk until we scream