Alone, Part II or III, I forget

You've already worn to the bone your disguise
There are already worms in your head and they're burrowing out through your eyes
And surely it's just at the tip of your tongue
Or are you trying not to disturb all the moths who've made homes in your lungs

You've got problems bigger than whether or not you're alone
I can smell something sinister buried beneath your cologne

And we're all so infinitesimally small
Often it's easy to feel like you're barely a person at all

There are things in this world that we're scarcely prepared to exhume
Least of all these tepid bodies carelessly masked with perfume

Feel your insides decomposing but carry on through 'til the end
We've already lived through this once and we don't care to do it again
Bring him close to your body so his skin don't feel so cold
Burn some cedar and myrrh and you won't even notice the mold