the room is spinning, the room is spinning, my head is swimming in booze. the paint is peeling, the paint is peeling, there is no feeling. i can't run. oh no, look what you found, you’ve been missing out, heartbeat, slowed down. the paint is peeling, the paint is peeling, there is no feeling. i can't run. i know i could never sign up for the pristine clean garden, three car garage, i say run. the blood is creeping, my heart is leaking, but oh this feeling goes on and on and on and on. you put a downpayment on the illusion that life goes on and on, flatline, i yawn. i know that this consciousness ends, i’ve got lenses to lend you, doors to walk through, i say run.
