Broken Neck

I play trick or treat in the hospital halls

Pink and pastel blue, I’m bouncing off the walls

I’d like to calculate every swollen bone

But I’m strapped inside myself countless hours alone

 

It’s blind men, diseased

Pills and scripts, they push me

 

Towards, telephones, call anyone with hope

Of sculpting life as it was

They strip to check my broken neck, I’m doped

Do they think it’s a trick

That I pull when I’m sick

 

But I swear to you, it’s true

Yes I swear to you, it’s true

Yes I swear to you, it’s true

Yes I swear to you, it’s true

 

Swim through the afterbirth, while giant veins offend

I’m stretching the skin, ’til it splits

They strip to check my broken neck, I’m doped

Desert flower, golden hour, stepping in, pools of blood

 

Put your hand

On my chest

Hold your breath

Broken neck

But I swear to you

It’s true

 

I want some kind of miracle

To split, separate

The addict and the parasite

My abstract creates

And I know you will appreciate me in any way

But the pathosis it strips my bones

Just for the holidays

Appears On

Rose Mountain 2