I've got a problem with your mind
I've got a skeleton
It's mine
I've got a shadow in my room
I've got a memory
But I'll forget it soon
And in the entrance to your house
You held an artifact from the past
It was August
In the year of the Ox
And photography was the form of art
Right before I met thunder
My soul went numb
Talked to lots of doctors
No one could figure out what went wrong
My soul knew in the next two weeks
It was gonna die
Went under anesthesia, said
"f** you
Goodbye
You're living in the darkness
Living with no way out
Another person they can't control
Another blood draw gone wrong
You've got the disease"
I've got a limit on my time
And a mosquito
It loves to whine
I've got a shadow of a door
Leading into the window inside the floor
And above the blue part of the floor
there was a sh** stain on the back of the door
And I was staring into space
With long flowing black hair in my face