Horror With Eyeballs Lyrics - Singles - The Dissociatives

All of this time on my hands 

So far has gone to feeding my animals 

Behind 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 animals 

All of this time on my hands 

So far has gone to feeding my animals 

All of this time on my hands 

So far has gone to feeding my animals 

On 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 destitute 

All of this time on my hands 

So far has gone to feeding my animals 

All of this time on my hands 

So far has gone to feeding my animals 

All of that time I was dead 

Limbless in bed, sedated experiment 

I 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 mud 

All of this time on my hands 

So far has gone to feeding my animals 

All of this time on my hands 

So far has gone to feeding my animals 

All of that time I was dead 

Limbless in bed, sedated experiment