I climb the mountain top, I saw the bottom drop   I cling to drift wood yeah, I swim in the deep world   Words unspoken seem so foreign   Have you heard this one?      The hair on the back of your neck stands   Another way out, another way out   The army ants have escaped   The hair on the back of your neck stands up   Ink runs into my cup, I sip epiphany      Fang bite tarantula, taste of my symptoms   Gasoline and a pistol, blood filling the bathtub   Swollen eyelids, baffled by this   Tell us what you see?      The hair on the back of your neck stands   Another way out, another way out   The army ants have escaped   The hair on the back of your neck stands up   Ink runs into my cup, I sip epiphany      I've bit my lip for the last time   Fog lifts up for the blind   Free of body, free of mind   I'll build my mold up, rest inside      Ink spills on paper, paper spells my blood   Ink spills on paper, paper spells my blood      The hair on the back of your neck stands up   Ink runs into my cup, I sip epiphany   The army ants have escaped   The hair on the back of your neck stands up   Ink runs into my cup, I sip epiphany      Ink spills on paper, paper spells my blood   Ink spills on paper, paper spells my blood