pieces of mold, pieces of mold grow on my peanut butter sandwich ....
i can't control it anymore


hey, what are you eating? nothing, nothing ...
i can't control it anymore, yeah
pieces of mold, pieces of mold grow on my peanut butter sandwich .....


i was at a bonfire last night and all the mosquitoes were biting me
i was at a bonfire last night and all the mosquitoes were sucking my blood

i was at a bonfire last night and all these mosquitoes were biting me

couldn't blame the thunder when the psychopathic hourglass broke in my hands

no i couldn't help you darling if i tried
you see I'm a little crazy myself, i try to go through these days
but i'm sitting on the very back porch of insanity, i,i,i,i,i, couldn't come back to

the same monotony that broke me once before

you know, no way out now, this is it, i've gotta flee,

and i'm sorry for the inconvenience, i don't mean to shatter your perceptions again
such a burden infinitely, this grief i bear, that's me, that's me


sorry that i scare you but you gotta realize that i scare myself more than you could imagine
but these days are short and i see no point in engaging in irrelevance, try to understand
many people, many roads, many people, many different ways of perception but the truth remains

seventeen, seventeen, and spinning right out of my mind
seventeen, seventeen, and spinning right out of my mind


pieces of mold, pieces of mold grow on my peanut butter sandwich
pieces of mold, pieces of mold grow on my peanut butter sandwich
pieces of mold, pieces of mold grow on my peanut butter sandwich

spinning right out of Control