Black teeth and eyes sans pigment
Sits on my chest while I sleep
This figment of make believe
Is making me believe
That shadow moves on its own
Even when light isn't thrown
Listen, my muscles and bones
Obey me please
Oh please
[Chorus]
I've been trying like hell to get out of these patterns
But it's hard to get well while getting eaten by Saturn
From all that I can tell, nothing even matters, so...
Sweat beads, my cycles shifting
Eyes in the back of my head
I'm shifting out of sync with myself
I'm drifting out the window, parallel to Hell
And I've never felt better
And empty pen at the end of a long, mean letter
No I've never felt better
And the end wraps you up like a warm sweater
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