[performed by Cloud Rat]
Dealing. I'm always just dealing.
Strewn about, pulled too thin.
Thinking about whats about to rip.
"I think I know you from a past life."
Being cautious, always watching my back.
Ive been attracted to you like a fly to a mucus trap.
Ive always been wrestling your internal pain.
Woke up from dreams,
Where I undressed you from a priestly gown.
I played with dangerous toys and suffered a catastrophe.
It began with deafness and shut me down,
Now with dreadful shrieks.
The lights go out.
The house shakes and implodes on itself.
Concave-mirrored walls,
My head has bred its very own version of distress.
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
