See the faces at the window
Why don't they go away
In a room that moves like liquid
There is nothing to see
To the floor i drop a pencil
And watch as it decays
And the last i see of the red hb
Is the rubber
Crawl iike fiies
Roll inside
My stomach turns, my head it burns
Time to die
And the carpet breathes like mother
As she gently slipped away
In a room just like the one i'm in
That slowly decays.
And i'm caught up in the corner
On the threadbare black settee
That the vipers try to climb on
When i'm looking away.
Slip and slide
Roll inside
My fingers twitch, my voice will hitch
Time to cry
In this room
Very soon
I will leave my isle on the sea of bile time to die.
