Come-come on I’ve gotta get this thing working

I can’t stay here they’re gonna come find me come-come on

Would it kill you to help me? If we can get this to work they’ll leave

I’ve gotta-gotta get out of here

What in the name of-

Look at your arms, celestial and so lovely… Perhaps it was all just a dream

Oh just a soft nightmare, nothing to cry and scream over

Would you be quiet? I told you it was nothing more

There are no bad tastes left behind, not like keeping metal in your mouth

Absolutely worthless and useless

Shut your eyes, shut your mouth and close your jaws

Made of nothing and nothing you’re just useless

I told you to be quiet

If you don’t stay silent, I’ll find you

Look at your eyes, look at the stars, look at your teeth, look at everything

All in a dream, all in a dream, all in a dream

(June 2020)