The Deep Testo

the best has swallowed you
asleep once again.
i should go to sleep i fear
i'm running out of time.
sometimes i feel i should
sever my limbs so i could
never crawl home back home
to you waiting and watching to see if you'll
follow me to my grave. I should go to sleep i fear i'm running out of time
waits for no one. i might
not wake up next to you
excuses, excuses, excuses,
excuses make excuses for
eating your young let's
lick the wounds and find
out where we came from
when copperas has faded I
hope you'll still be by my
side this is not dystrophy
but desire, desire for
comfort in the dark call
me a mockingbird call me a
mockingbird and it's done.