The Slime Cycle

It's like the spin cycle, but gross Lyrics: It's such a short long time, where has it all gone The gasoline burns books out on the lawn And a bouquet of wild flowers grow, by the door To what tempts and what takes, my sanity over Just a query, to the eerie, feelings I get My brains a dirty sponge always soaking and wet It soaks up any grit, it always gets in your teeth I didn't put up any wall I constructed a reef Of all the bones you left me with when you spit out your lunch Just tell me what you need I can't work on a hunch From the episode deleted in the bureaucratic oath Syntropic harmonies, im at the end of my rope The pain is in my knees and I'm starting to choke What am I taking from this syncratic demise Tell me is my ruin covered in a thousand eyes It's the stench of the rot, dirt sunk in my knees The story of the forest of 1000 trees And a million candles all lit in my head All this time gone might have thought you were dead But we pulled you out of the dirt and the grime Just to put you back in a different kind of slime See the falls not the killer it's the sudden stop But what no one knew was the bottom was the top To the glory days, when Dali was shown, And the prince of cacciatore was the hell in your home And the media painted what it could in your mind Just to keep the seams from busting out from under the rind Eat your eyes, eat your heart, eat your liver and lungs I'm climbing up a ladder with barbed wire for rungs And I made it myself, conjured it with my head Glass in my lungs, and a mouth full of lead