Birthmark

There are fleas in your head getting wasted
Infecting, infesting, elated
They corrupt, they defile your sad disposition
There are scenes in your head getting painted
A backwash from the shit you created
Don't you know you're the source of your own inhibition?

You can cite it, fight it, hear the things that you wanna hear
But you're benighted by your thoughts
You can plant it, decant it, you know the things that you wanna know
But you're frantic and withdrawn

There's a nest in your head where the ants play
There's a welcome mat on the railway
There's an invitation and you're uninvited
A size 10 impaled through a hurdle
These blockades are seemingly immortal
A little brain that's full to the gills with surprises

There's a flame you can use to stop the bleeding
There's a congregation swarming at the gallows walls
And time will anesthetise these feelings
There's a rope for everytime you drop the ball

There are holes in your head expanding 'cause your brain cells are in decline
And this mental deficiency was always part of your design
There's a difference between the person that you are and who you need to be
There must be something inside of you that can be seen but you just cannot see

And the holes in your face are ebbing like a burning candle over time
And the snakes are convoluting 'round the ladders you need to climb
There's a glue in your fingertips for all the pieces you cannot fix
You were walking in the wrong direction after rolling a double six

You can cite it, fight it, hear the things that you wanna hear
But you're benighted by your thoughts
You can plant it, decant it, you know the things that you wanna know
But you're frantic and withdrawn

There's a flame you can use to stop the bleeding
There's a congregation swarming at the gallows walls
And time will anesthetise these feelings
There's a rope for everytime you drop the ball