I have no fingertips

They were burned away from too many stove trips

Can't find no fingernails

I ate 'em all 'cause I was hungry as hell

Can't breathe, can't clear my mind

So here I go again in this lifetime

Well, I think I'm gonna build a fence

To keep inside what little sense

Sense of taste, sense of smell

Sense to sit here and feel like hell

Feel like hell

A sun, a moon, a star

Is that what you're a-thinkin' that you are?

'Cause I'll disintegrate over time

If I expect my body to try to keep up with my mind

For today, everything's mine

Today, everything's mine

Today, everything's mine

Woo

That was fun