There's a wolf in my bed
A wolf in my bed
And she's a right-brain eater
The Killer of Death
Who's in my head?
I want to arrest them
I can hear em breathing
Like my ear's on their chest, Man
But I can't read the lines
Between your canvas
You care less
It slips away
From me and my crew
Everybody's sane till you tie up their shoes
One too many trips
Got you tying a noose
Sick of all the color dripping down from the roof
I'm seeing red
Oh father protect them
I can't stop the screaming
Now they got me in chains, Man
And I just need
A moment to pick up the pieces
Oh why do I resist?
