Itchy Fingers

Any day The things that form your skin and bones might rot and just fall away Maybe some day We'll believe the noises that my mouth is obliged to make Sleep safe and sound this bed is alive Baring it's teeth, your head will lie Right on the plate tonight Itchy fingers Man you're looking so wild La la la la la la la Comb your hair Grit your teeth La la la la la la la Drag your head around Like some dead thing on the ground Your self doubt speaks so loud Demons haunt me through the week Some are old and never speak Until the sun is down Safe inside we're coming up Your serotonin peaks when we're plugging in The snakes have fallen ill and I heard They're starving themselves on purpose To eat us all in one go Who's your hero Man you're looking so lonesome La la la la la la la Pluck your hair Pull your teeth La la la la la la la Drag your head around Like some dead thing on the ground Your self doubt speaks so loud Demons haunt me through the week Some are old and never speak Until the sun is down I see the papers reading "He was a man who couldn't wait to stop breathing" And all the hours spent reciting Crowley Obsessing how the world it could be The present moment passed you by And now you lie, and now you lie We can see the truth in this You're looking so wild, back in your cage now No matter how you colour it or dress it, or try to dress it There's a cage that sits upon your head And it's stopping ideas getting in instead The present moment passed you by And now you lie, and now you lie