She's got her hands in her eye sockets
And love between her teeth...

Deadbeat floorboard
Screaming to come alive.
You're a wasteland in a sea of Utopia,
Thriving on salted lacerations.
He's got his feet on the ground
And hopes that are up a little too high...

Pressed against the wall
To watch the ghosts march on by
1,000 screaming soldiers
And a closet door sealed shut...

You're a desert in an ocean of bustle,
Living off of see urchins...

What happens when monsters below mattresses
Are calling out your name?

Trembling under stapled eyelids.
You are not the same,
You are not the same...