Sinister
Sloppy
Serene
Is what I--
is what I mean...

I guess,
I guess you could say
I feel un-
heard
un-
seen
un-
said
Possibly,
possibly,
possibly
All in my head;
Well,
you're dead.

Well-fed
in a bed
Wishing
Storms roaring in
my core
For
ever
For
ever
For
ever
more

And it's sore
My mind is so sore
and my heart is blank
Ow,
ow,
ow
The pain is
insane
and I'm speaking from
my left-side
brain...
Explain?

Sinister minister
Goes
to the hill
Where there is scare
and the pill
That you put it on the
under
side
of your
tongue
and then
and then
and then
the fun is
begun.