Surgery was just for a baby tooth Vanessa, I'm fine... but the vicodin dreams are fun...I think
Infected by the little white pills
Everything bleeds with double vision
Like a projectionist's night off
When the popcorn worker steps in
The movie's off the reel
The audience wants blood
Ready to tear up the silvered screen
Looking for their fix
No matter who suffers.
The words are numb
Lumps of wet sawdust
Sand castles rather than notes
Just piles of shit barely audible
I'm falling apart it seems
And for every moment of terror
My eyes belie no fear
My slack jawed expression
Is nearly un-moved but for
The few moments I grin
Or the saliva pools and falls
Dripping down my beard
And my dead smile remains frozen.
Everything bleeds with double vision
Like a projectionist's night off
When the popcorn worker steps in
The movie's off the reel
The audience wants blood
Ready to tear up the silvered screen
Looking for their fix
No matter who suffers.
The words are numb
Lumps of wet sawdust
Sand castles rather than notes
Just piles of shit barely audible
I'm falling apart it seems
And for every moment of terror
My eyes belie no fear
My slack jawed expression
Is nearly un-moved but for
The few moments I grin
Or the saliva pools and falls
Dripping down my beard
And my dead smile remains frozen.