Look up
Count the tiles
Two by two
I've been here for hours without you
There's no sense explaining why the best and last remaining lie cuts the deepest
(Maybe because it's true)
Laugh until it's not funny anymore
Roll around and spasm on the floor
Rub my eyes until they're raw and can't remember what they saw
I am become death
Yeah hear roar
I taste like Diet Coke and Absolut
I'm sweating through my favorite suit
The smell of cigarette smoke lingers
All I feel are spider-fingers pulling all my hair out root by root
Clutch the ground so I won't start to fly
Spinning into space where I could die
Maybe they'll write songs about me but they'll carry on without me
"He couldn't come down (even from the sky)."
I don't believe them when they say that what I'm feeling now will go away
It's become tomorrow and I haven't killed my sorrow and as far as I know it's still yesterday
Sun and pain are slowly on the rise
There's something moving in my eyes
Lying on my right side now and turning from the white light now
Cut my head off so the body dies
And I'm shuffling out of my skin
And it's growing back again
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