I play trick or treat in the hospital halls Pink and pastel blue, I'm bouncing off the walls I'd like to calculate every swollen bone But I'm strapped inside myself countless hours alone
It's blind men, diseased Pills and scripts, they push me
Towards, telephones, call anyone with hope Of sculpting life as it was They strip to check my broken neck, I’m doped Do they think it's a trick That I pull when I'm sick
But I swear to you, it's true Yes I swear to you, it's true Yes I swear to you, it's true Yes I swear to you, it's true
Swim through the afterbirth, while giant veins offend I'm stretching the skin, 'til it splits They strip to check my broken neck, I'm doped Desert flower, golden hour, stepping in, pools of blood
Put your hand On my chest Hold your breath Broken neck But I swear to you It's true
I want some kind of miracle To split, separate The addict and the parasite My abstract creates And I know you will appreciate me in any way But the pathosis it strips my bones Just for the holidaysTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.