Six different types of cruel
Evil sitting on a toadstool
I step back to collect myself
Check my pocket for my mental health
And I'm waiting in a train to come
It's been nice and we had a good run
The impatience builds in me
Spreading out like the roots of a tree
And the faces on their way
Sunken eyes and nothing to say
Ten simple sets of rules
Vary depending on your fool
Can one really hold the truest right
The subject spirals and then ignites
And they're waiting in a line to find
A quiet place and some piece of mind
So reluctantly they wind
The dial til they run out of time
And the faces on their way
Sunken eyes and nothing to say
