Itchy Fingers

(альбом: Here's To The Fatigue - 2018)

Any day
The things that form your skin and bones might rot and just fall away
Maybe some day
We'll believe the noises that my mouth is obliged to make

Sleep safe and sound this bed is alive
Baring it's teeth, your head will lie
right on the plate tonight

Itchy fingers
Man you're looking so wild
Comb your hair
Grit your teeth
Drag your head around
Like some dead thing on the ground
Your self doubt speaks so loud
Demons haunt me through the week
Some are old and never speak
Until the sun is down

Safe inside we're coming up
Your serotonin peaks when we're plugging in
The snakes have fallen ill and I heard
They're starving themselves on purpose
To eat us all in one go

Who's your hero
Man you're looking so lonesome
Pluck your hair
Pull your teeth
Drag your head around
Like some dead thing on the ground
Your self doubt speaks so loud
Demons haunt me through the week
Some are old and never speak
Until the sun is down

I see the papers reading
"He was a man who couldn't wait to stop breathing"
And all the hours spent reciting Crowley
Obsessing how the world it could be
The present moment passed you by
And now you lie, and now you lie

We can see the truth in this
You're looking so wild, back in your cage now
No matter how you colour it or dress it
There's a cage that sits upon your head
And it's stopping ideas getting in instead
The present moment passed you by
And now you lie, and now you lie