Can't fight the feeling of death When it wraps its hands around your neck Like the pill that's underneath your tongue Swallow it with a soft regret
And all the things that make you cry Remembering you'll watch your parents die And all the people that you love in your life Find their way above the Irem Shrine
Skipping tombstones, heavy and slow
Still fall asleep with open eyes With bad dreams to occupy my time We're on a strict death schedule- It keeps us all in line There's things I'm avoiding now- Dreams about all of my teeth falling out And any floral/green color scheme Try but you can't make a sound
And the clock keeps spinning around
Skipping tombstones, heavy and slow
Hope that they float No one knows how deep the bottom goes
