Head down Turn this page gray To practice what it's like to be living with a hunchback from my posture How long will it take For my teeth to turn brown and decay Tell me how you feel Lost and can't breath in We can't escape anywhere Peel your eyes away Say my name I've been keen to be Cut by you Held, it's true And I can't deny That this has been on my mind So I'm waiting And I'm waiting Crawling through the cords I see a man who walks with his spine Towards the ceiling He tells me to smile And be free But all the flowers are staring at me So there's still a sour taste to it all