My baths always run so hot that
They melt my skin into goo or maybe—
They're just so cold that nothing escapes my body
And all of this tense tense tension sticks in there like resin

I think about all of these itching things of the day
Baths are good for that yeah

Yes I do know there is a rip in my t-shirt
No I didn't do it on purpose

I want to rip everybody's eyes out because
There's just no light in there!
Are your bulbs blown by choice?
Can your irises still seek starlight?

Man stop pretending you're phased out
We all know you're so phased into reality that you have to pretend you've escaped it
Your feet are through the ground yeah
Can't you feel it?
Oh no, right, you can't feel anything

The day the world sees how shallow
Her roots are
There'll be this eternal rain and everybody will see kindness and feel the earth again