Feeble minds at best
I digress
Voices in my head
Can see what's best
Slow pushing onward
For the next one
Softly
With my head spinning backwards
Oh look it's a haint
In the paint
Rip up all the wood
Ain't it good
Darling there's no solace
In these confines
Feel this
In the heat of a deadline
Made up
Minute two minute three
And it's all done
Catch you on the next run
Solace
In these confines
Feel this
In the heat of a deadline
Made up
Minute two minute three
And it's all done
Catch you on the next run
