Drowning in Limbo

TAKE THE WHEEL. OF THE WORLD. AND DRIVE. DRIVE. DRIVE. DRIVE. DRIVEƒ QUICK AS A GUN. BLIND LIKE A GHOST. I CATCH MOST THINGS IN MY BLOOD YOU ALL LOSE BETWEEN ROOMS. ONE LAST GASP BEFORE I GO, YOUR CRYSTAL SKIN LACED WITH RUST. LACED WITH RUSTƒ LACED

WE HANG OUR HEADS IN THIS HEAVY HOUSE WITH HALLS THAT SCREAM A LONG SLOW NO DIRTY THOUGHTS FALL FROM MY SOUL, HEAPED LIKE CLOTHES UPON THE FLOOR THIS NIGHT HAS A THOUSAND LIES THAT BURN HOLES IN MY PETTY HEAD, FLESH CREEPS UP ALL THE WRONG WALLS, IT'