How the mind does shout for rest
When the bodies shaken yeah
Oh the tightness in my chest

Still your leaves i'm raking

Lord is this a test

Was it fun creating yeah?
My god's a little sick
And he wants me crazy


Who are you who can say
It's okay to live through me?

Live to be part of me
You're a wrinkled magazine yeah


Was it something that i said?
Was it how they're breakin' yeah
I'm so selfish paying your rent

While your blood i'm taking

You spend me like a tree

Dirty dollar bills for leaves
Dark in a sea of my seeds
And the tears on which you feed you feed


The body is a temple a dormant alter
To where infantile men lie around

Itching and nibbling for a small piece of sanity
Of which you can not give %#@!


Individuality
Buying pennies with my soul
And a little heaven spent

While the hell i'm taking

Thieves parasites hide from life

You know they'll remember me
They are abhorred in self-worth
All that matters much to me yeah