behind my eyelids
as lashes close i see my woes spread out like a carpet of bugs in absence of light pass visions of night and shallow graves left halfway dug behind my eyelids is a world you cannot see a place that is just for me behind my eyelids you watch a tear it trickles clear and glistens on my skin my liquid pain oh, world profane please, baby, let me in. repeat chorus
you're an angel in black and you sure have a knack for putting my heart on the shelf in the back i'm waitng my turn oh when will i learn? my poor heart you're giving it freezer burn
untitled(preformed, but not released)
i'm glad you enjoy watching my pain burning crop circles on my souls waves of grain we had no love scene but you've cut to the chase you're cuttin' off my nose to spite my face oww... my nose! oww... my face! oww... my nose! oww... my face! owwwwwwww...
there's no place to hide things under the bed and nowhere to hide from what's true down here by the floor my soul calls out "more!" but knows that its cry won't get through from the futon from the futon everything, always so low from the futon from the futon i'm in a limbo - how low can i go? i don't have a headboard or box spring of wire my spirit's hit low altitude the mattress is thin it's itching my skin and that isn't helping my mood from the futon from the futon everything always to low from the futon from the futon i'm in a limbo - how low can i go