Drive your car through kitchen cupboard door. Through the winter, down to the floor. Drive your head to your bathroom tile. Smile 'round the corner. And your friends they wanna play.
I have two heads. Where's the man? He's late. One burns one's sky. Where's the man? He's late. I'm two headed. One free, one sticky. . But is it freedom can burn?.
It's just the lack. Of time I keep. Reaching out, lashing out. . It's just the lines. Run down the walls. I can't believe they never fall. The walls never leave.