Letras
The tap won't run
Though the handles are drawn
Not a single drop from the faucet in so long
Can hardly remember the feeling
Oh what am I to do
And it doesn't help a bit
That I feel like a reptile in a box
Trying to climb the walls of my enclosure with slick feet
Drying out under this heat lamp
Wasting away under ugly artificial sun
Rather like a limb-pinned frog
Splayed guts-up in a science classroom
Formaldehyde sharp in your nostrils like a liquor
Scalpel me open if you must
If you have to
Why did I sign my whole life away
Without reading any of the fine print
This is bullshit