Close your eyes now, shut them tight Maybe you'll sleep right through the night And perhaps the visions that plague your mind For one merciful night, will finally subside Of a corridor lined with portraits of you That're screaming your name, as you look for the room Where you left your phone and your reptile mask Your blood diamond scarab and human hair hat As you're frantically scanning your spherical map Which suddenly morphs into the face of your dad Shaking his head in the far right field stands And you realize your penis has become detached You discover the circuitry under your skin At the moment the orgy's supposed to begin All your coworkers are waiting for you to start Except now you're all standing in your childhood yard And they're pointing at the pile of birds in the yard That you hid behind the shed in the corner of the yard The dead birds you collected and hid in the yard That your neighbor set fire to in the corner of the yard Oh, the smell of dead birds that are burning in the yard The pile of dead birds that you worked on so hard And you grab your mom's shin and you beg her for help And she tells you that bird burning boys go to hell Before maggots erupt from a crease in the sheets Which are suddenly a patchwork of Lunchable meats That a man dressed in white lies says backwards to eat Or you'll have to sing Stephen Colbert right to sleep For millions of people on national TV And you're standing stark naked covered with tattoos You have no recollection of agreeing to And the audience gets bored and they all start to boo (this s**s) You forget how to walk and your teeth become loose You're telling strange people this isn't your life Or maybe, sweet one, you won't have nightmares tonight