Time has made a wretch out of me Forces at work on my body I'm running through the backrooms Screaming in the halls Searching for anything Desperate for it all Hiding with the robbers Running from the cops These walls can talk And they won't shut up Something buried got dug up The 21st century's run amok They wanna drop anything They're gonna drop it all They'll trip you on purpose Have a nice fall Time has made a mess out of me Alchemical drug dealing Someone's in the attic Hey, don't open that door Flowers in the basement Growing through the floor I think this house is haunted I think it oughta burn I'm losing my mind first Wait your turn Time has made a fool out of me Guess I'll be dissociating I'm in the garden Dreamy with my shears Nothing is forgotten Cutting back the years Golden in the evening Silver in the dawn Losing grip on meaning I'm gone I wanna cut you out Oh yeah I wanna cut you out Oh yeah I wanna cut you out Oh yeah I wanna cut you out Oh yeah I wanna cut you out Oh yeah I wanna cut you out Oh yeah