Horror With Eyeballs

Behind this gold picket fence

Lies a whole institute

Where wallpaper painters scrape

And scarecrows swell waterlogged,

Now I got dead time on my hands

For feeding my animals,

All of this time on my hands

So far has gone to feeding my animals

On this dark kissed day

The light shines through only you

Or is it because your silhouette is your frame Like an empty window,

Now I got cold time up my sleeve,

I'm feeling destitute,

All of this time on my hands

So far has gone to feeding my animals

I feel root vegetable!

Am I dead?

Or buried alive?

I sleep warm velvet wand,

Buy the night,

I'm selling the sun,

My skin feels silky smooth

Now I'm buried in mud

All of this time on my hands

So far has gone to feeding my animals,

All of that time I was dead,

Limbless in bed, sedated experiment

Na, na, na, na