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