Zombie Boy

Realize, as the lights fade from your eyes
Can't seem to stay awake
I can see those eyes swimming behind
Paint chips the size of quicksand
Evidence stacked to the ceiling
But what I want to know is, boy
What the fuck do you think?

Maybe you're Lynchian
Directing 'Eraserhead'
On pills you're almost anything
A firecracker to the spirit
My hope, my hope
Is that you open up for your son
He's the son of Mary, so realize what you've done

Can't seem to keep the emotion still
How that lithium does you in
I remember you in phases
Evidence stacked to the ceiling
But what I want to know is, Boy
What the fuck do you think?

Maybe you're Capote
Some kind of James Dean
Maybe Marlon Brando, screaming in the streets
My hope, my hope
Is that you open up for your son
He's the son of Mary, so realize what you've done

I want you to See
For you to see

I want you to See
For you to see



Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Barnett
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