Leather Arms, Chains and Bells
Thank yourself, to your grave
Look inside, just to see your face
Thank yourself, thank yourself
Milk and water, take a sip
Pesticides, served to you on plate
Thank yourself, thank yourself
Inside that room of broken trumpets
All playing different songs
A running faucet with no handle
Mounds of the thumbtacks fill the floor
And the walls
Walls shedding tears of wax
The candle never seems to burn
Their skin is growing blades of grass
They want no more, they want no more
They want no more, they want no more
Burning hair, as you wake
Pat it down, fall right back to sleep
Thank yourself, thank yourself
Bleeding gums, poked from the syringe
Pat it down, gotta tape it up
Then thank yourself, thank yourself
Inside that room of broken trumpets
All playing different songs
A running faucet with no handle
Mounds of the thumbtacks fill the floor
And the walls
Walls shedding tears of wax
The candle never seems to burn
Their skin is growing blades of grass
They want no more, They want no more
They want no more, they want no more
They want no more, they want no more
There's something moving in the carpet
It's taking shape as a slug
It likes to follow in your footsteps
Won't ever leave you alone
And it's barking
But the sound remains null
As the horns are yelling louder
And your head becomes numb
Inside that room of broken trumpets
All playing different songs
A running faucet with no handle
Mounds of the thumbtacks fill the floor
And the Walls
Walls shedding tears of wax
The candle never seems to burn
Their skin is growing blades of grass
They want no more, they want no more
They want no more, they want no more