Horror With Eyeballs

Behind this gold picket fence lies a whole institute

Where wallpaper painters scrape and scarecrows swell waterlogged

Now I got dead time on my hands

For feeding my animals

All of this time on my hands

So far has gone to feeding my animals

On this dark kissed day the light shines through only you

Or is it because your silhouette is your frame like an empty window

Now I got cold time up my sleeve, I'm feeling destitute

All of this time on my hands

So far has gone to feeding my animals

I feel root vegetable! Am I dead?

Or buried alive? I sleep warm velvet wand

Buy the night, I'm selling the Sun, my skin feels

Silky smooth now I'm buried in mud

All of this time on my hands

So far has gone to feeding my animals

All of that time I was dead

Limbless in bed, sedated experiment na, na, na, na