The Pit

My green flower curtain Hides me from What I've become The design is a flower It never grows It never grows Do you think this is an excuse to never mature You're held in the highest regards I hear your voice and turn Ooh The Pits been moving Slipping slowly I've got your attention now You can't hear me You start screaming You can't even make a sound I've been clawing at the door The blood is on the floor The blood is on the floor Held in your own captive mind You're driving a hearse Do with it What you will For better or worse Ooh The Pits been moving Slipping slowly I've got your attention now You can't hear me You start screaming You can't even make a sound A body with no soul Is like a king without his thrown You used to be A closer friend to me A closer friend to me A closer friend Clap if you're feeling it I guess