Dorothy passed out on the couch needle marks in her arm
Found the black and red stained brick road
Died a million times and you’ll die a million more
Swore you wasn’t giving in until the slippers swept along the shore
Clip the wings off the angels
Ground em up into dust, snort it up, giving up
Nose is stuffed with the population of a lost land
Hands turn to stumps spread ink on a page with no end
Getting hella nervous you can probably tell
Sweat is peeling off the wet lettuce face
Weigh the torment on a metric scale just to see it break
Met with the hat man left the realm as a disgrace
But I know that you useless
Chest lacking color and it’s juiceless
Travel down that brick road without a compass
I’m lost no thought, got caught in cot
Blisters on your soles and you look fraught
Distraught, distraught
Let your feet merge with the rot and fungus
I’ve been here before, they all staring ya
This sh#t scary ya, comprehending nun
I’ve been here before, dog outside on porch
Comatose in form, guarding him he sore
They protecting core, gotta hurt for lore
Drinking under bridge, f#ck you and your board
Raining at the door, nothing from the store
Just been buying more, leaking out my pores
Protect myself till put on a shelf
Hand in a fryer, the wire is felt
Happiness machine with no batteries included
All my gears are rusted and they stay steady bruising
Brushing off the pain I’m rusting up with the movement
James and the giant air loom in a room of corruption
All of my thoughts are influenced by undying images
Flicker through chimneys of liquor
The funniest kick to my kidneys
My liver it love me I wish it would die with my feelings
Moment of succession
Birth of a parent
Moment of repression
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Saint Sleep Lyrics – Illustrations of Madness