This room reminds me of the walls in my head
The mildew consumes the sodden flesh of my bed
Fresh spores in bloom every time that I take a breath
My thoughtless body-rhythms spurning death
I once thought
To hang my boots upon the tree
Now I know
Its twisted roots grow inside me
I don't know what I want
But I keep coming back for more
Perhaps I've had too much
I monitor the world
Through the space between four verticies
Can't see what I can touch
I peeled back the film just to see what lied behind
The lens reflected mine
I spit on my wounds to watch them close in time
Still open in my mind
I once thought
Believed that Godot was the key
Now I remember
That the rope was made of leaves
I don't know what I want
But I keep coming back for more
Perhaps I've had too much
I monitor the world
Through the space between four verticies
Can't see what I can touch
I peeled back the film just to see what lied behind
The lens reflected mine
I spit on my wounds to watch them close in time
Still open in my mind
Waiting around for an eternity to see what you were waiting around for
An eternity to see what you were waiting around for
An eternity to see what you were
Waiting around for an eternity to see what you were waiting around for
An eternity to see what you were waiting around for
An eternity to see what you were
I once thought
To hang my boots upon the tree
Now I know
Its twisted roots grow inside me
I don't know what I want
But I keep coming back for more
Perhaps I've had too much
I monitor the world
Through the space between four verticies
Can't see what I can touch
I don't know what I want
But I keep coming back for more
Perhaps I've had too much
I monitor the world
Through the space between four verticies
Can't see what I can touch
I once thought
Believed that Godot was the key
Now I remember
That the rope was made of leaves
Turn to rot
Spill into every part of me
I am the texture
Of the earth that swallowed me
I once thought (I once thought)
Believed that Godot was the key (Godot was the key)
Now I remember (Now I remember)
That the rope was made of leaves (Rope was made of leaves)
Turn to rot (Turn to rot)
Spill into every part of me (Every part of me)
I am the texture (I am the texture)
Of the earth that swallowed me!