Vines

You ain't the same at all Melt down face the wall The young child chewin his leg with them pendulous eyeballs make you call like Whats the price on a eighth? your star prize awaits Let it prize your face apart hows that blood in your saliva taste? Now, whole lot of booze in the system, whole lot of suits outside Hole in your head so big you could fit a whole town in a ditch that size An, you were outdated you were outnumbered I was out raving, out with the drunkards You were in a little tin box all sprawled out sprouting a dark grey fungus You and your endless rehearsals, whats my line? Stop eating them pills your eating all day they're eating your mind Sudden flash of a thousand dead children little man yells 'roll cameras' Flash back to a ball on set with these withered old actors () Nice little husk your dragging Nice little swing you built Feds at the front door banging That spider will spin you silk (2) That's what that cotton ball does to ya Makes you roll like deaths best customer You can score the whole thriller between the scratch marks on your drained out jugular Nah, you and your doctor, your and your poisons You and your schedule of endless appointments You and your jailer, you and your tomb You and your shrine to a script faced doom She still sits in a waiting room With her ears in her right hand grating em Mute button worn away screaming old man cello-taped to her cranium Drenched on a park bench howling Fat little feds in a toy car Mile high reptiles out there prowling Hold that thought, brick for a brain, come lets talk I caught her at kings cross squeezing her tears in a tall glass feeding em all to a bright red corpse Weird, these days I ain't powdered up Twitch of a nerve, blink of a an eye, call of the wild, loud as fuck