1974
Dropped off a layer
There's a person inside me
Buried down a black hole
To make it visceral
Urge to give in control
Nothing shocks me more than my own heart
I started to see things
They feed on my sorrow
Caved in to my eardrum
Like having a stroke
Maybe I’ll turn out just fine
Lottery from 1974
Fear is my drive
Keep it unwined
With all the things I care about
Smoke detector rinse off my lie
Down to my spine
Patients in line
Melt in water just fine
Maybe it's just a nightmare I happened to remember
It's not necessarily reflecting the truth
I’m a different man now
Just like you do
Play on
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