Gallon Man

Sessions condensed into one room It snows here in mid-July I'll pile it into a corner I'll heap it against the door Stick all my to-do lists together And paint them in to the walls Leave your half-beaten coat Hanging on top of mine There's no dirt in here Time exists on a circular plain As a human I have no choice Amongst the dead I have too many As a human I have no voice Amongst the dead I have too many Sessions condensed into one room Snow drifts hanging out with rain Lackluster rivers can wander The trains derailed inside my brian I've got a fear of all illiterates But nothing scares me like myself Dead to my surroundings But nothing scares me like myself Time exists on a circular plain