Oh my god
The centipede is on a hunt
A treasure hunt
A thousand eyes and time will stretch for you
Seeking your innocence
Your cellar door
Easy now, you're getting old
And time will eat your face
A polaroid identity pales
Mesmerized, you're getting slow
And time is not your race
Your exit wound
Your cellar door fades
No big deal
I'll tear my heart in two
And live with you
A thousand eyes with carbonated tears
Will ease my thirst
Cellar door
Easy now
You're mummified
And no one sings your pain
Swallowed by the centipede