Cumbersome

In the midst of a suicide summer I crawled into your womb Inside your tissue center I filled my head with glue Love comes for the young and helpless She comes for the lucky few Elsewhere, I can't stop dreaming A place on earth with you At the end of a suicide summer I crawled out from your whom Outside your flesh-filled center I spat out all your glue Death comes for the old and weakened He comes for the lucky few Hell's where I can't stop dreaming A place on earth with you I don't wanna be a bummer I don't wanna come too soon At the end of a suicide summer You drain everyone around you Spinning from your loom I felt a thread Take me back to nothing in my head Funny where a dog will make his bed Can you feel it coming closer? The end of the summer's colder