Easel at field, wishing to speak But left from the war, no artist to speak for Bugs on a log as the passerby My neur levels rising, try to contain me Demon light box, cigarette flashlight Alley way last trip, are you the title? Practicing front flip through brick wall out of the spine rip This is the last resort, this is my last little song Fuck you, catch these teeth Dripping right down to the floor like I care ♪ Grass is my brain, rotting bone beneath Bear claw be my speech, none of me happens Colors pulse deeply, and I'm just a color I don't like rocks, I'm backing away New freak to the flock, stretch in my veins Heart full of pump and I'm liquid Flee through the earth, butterfly blood Suicide painting, try to contain me Demon light box, cigarette flashlight Alley way last trip, are you the title? Practicing front flip through brick wall out of the spine rip This is the last resort, this is my last little song Fuck you, catch these teeth Dripping right down to the floor like I care