my lungs can choose to not breath right   and form collective with the eyes so i lose sight   of everything around me   i grab hold tight   and let my heart beat strange in spite   of all the lies around me   my head's not right   and i might lose my life tonight      crawling round on carpeted ground   and losing articles of clothing   seems like particles are growing   you can't turn down or tune it out   it's in my spine my crooked spine   connected to a fragile mind   have to lie down now      can't let the wall that holds your back   be the place they come and find your cold corpse at   covered in a towel   no need in fact   to let these voices scream like stacks    of overdriven marshalls   my ribs could crack   but my head will stay intact      lights they flash, brain cells will smash   and cause a flickerin'   my head will get more sick of it   these veins pump fast, but soon they'll crash   an empty body lacking movement for the party   the bathroom's trashed, it's been a blast