Drowning in Limbo

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'

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