the walls are painted
different every second
my eyes are of chrome
it is television
can`t let go of my leg
it`s itching and bleeding
layer by layer
I`m peeling away
burn down my house
and make something happen
stab me in the heart
and make something stop
`cause I am so distracted
I am slightly shocked
by how things can keep going
like a dead man`s clock
a mirror is hanging
kinda loose on my wall
I`m passing it sideways
I`m saying hello
my brother is halfways
through a book I`ve left him
called me today
to see what I`d say