Horror With Eyeballs

All of this time on my hands

So far has gone to feeding my animalsBehind this gold picket fence lies a whole institute

Where wallpaper painters scrape and scarecrows swell waterlogged

Now I've got dead time on my hands

For feeding my animalsAll of this time on my hands

So far has gone to feeding my animalsAll of this time on my hands

So far has gone to feeding my animalsOn this dark kissed day the light shines through only you

Or is it because your silhouette is your frame like an empty window

Now I got cold time up my sleeve

Now I'm feeling destituteAll of this time on my hands

So far has gone to feeding my animalsAll of this time on my hands

So far has gone to feeding my animalsAll of that time I was dead

Limbless in bed, sedated experimentI feel root vegetable! Am I dead or buried alive?

I sleep warm velvet wand by the night

I'm selling the sun, my skin feels silky smooth

Now I'm buried in mudAll of this time on my hands

So far has gone to feeding my animalsAll of this time on my hands

So far has gone to feeding my animalsAll of that time I was dead

Limbless in bed, sedated experiment

Songwriters

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