I been stuck, so I asked her why. She gave me acupuncture as her alibi. Shook my soul, and stole my dough. Left my condition down a deep dark hole. I'm a pincushion, gotta face the facts.
Where the air hangs like the static of a dead end radio. I'm waiting with a frozen pulse. Crawl into an empty womb, don't raise these dead. They've found their God in soil.