Slide down Look at yourself now You're such a little angel Watching your hair grow She asks me if I'm tired I open the door and She smiles when she sees me Who knows why? Gas mask Take off your clothes first You're steaming up the windows Open the door for You'll never feel the same And look kinda painful And slashes in the moonlight It's too bright We're all tired from sitting around Look like you're high and speaking aloud It's not working, It's just not turning My mouth's in the ground Dirt mouth Look at my poor couch She's got her little army Coming to your house You said you'd never wind it up You wind it up Wind it up You wind it up We're all tired from sitting around Look like you're high, and speaking aloud It's not working, It's just not hunting. My mouth's in the ground. We're all tired from sitting around She looks up at me And I leap for the ground It's not funny The life that you wanted How do I let you down I get to the door and she's nearing the stairs One hand on the handle, one hand in my hair But it's not working, its just not turning I know that she's dead.