Steam

My head is spinning round and round

Like a little trike riding circus clown

My heart is splitting at the seams

And bleeding on my stonewashed denim jeans

Steam, I'm running out

Can't face the facts right infront of my face

That I'm at risk in this perpetual rat race

Of zombifying myself once and for all

Now excuse me as I chuck my shit at the wall

I hope that it sticks

Steam, I'm running out