Reading the body keeps a score I can't tell who's winning, but I'm feeling pretty sore More symptoms to ignore Bracing leads to pacing Leads to shingles, I'm sure The hard part Once I begin To look down without falling in I'm still wading through mud And I'm still Out here for blood The weight of its years makes this ship hard to steer But I guess it just will 'Til I'm customizing cushions on the couch The insurrection in my nose has me breathing through my mouth Every sign or confirmation of my declining respiration Then my friend, Nyquil, takes me out The hard part Once I begin To look down without falling in I'm still wading through mud And I'm still Out here for blood The weight of its years makes this ship hard to steer But I guess it just will 'Til I'm still... We don't deserve saving Years off, we keep shaving But then, watching some birds pick apart An overly laid-back squirrel I can feel my own mortal coil start to come unfurled I'm unfurled I'm basically a god, in the sense I distort time and space, I'm so dense So abandon your cars, hope you're rich enough for Mars Because I haven't ruled out meteors yet