runnin' from the past. you're always sweating me about the next big heart attack. you're lookin' over your shoulder starin' down the path. fallin' down
fallin' down
it's in your head all the voices mistaken
shake it off shake it off. we're all dyin' in the end. i fear i'll find the evidence so horrible
so horrible
to clear my thoughts i drill a hole into my skull
clean up my brains and sweep them underneath the rug