Headcase

Ah, ah, ah
Dig it

I cut my heart out and eat it
Blow my lungs out to pieces
Don't come home for three seasons
Run 'til my feet are bleeding
Shallow, hung off the deep end
How low I dig my seeds in
Don't belong where the queen is
Run home, that's where the trees is

I can describe a vague pigsty
That's just my interior design (Designer)
It's not really co-linear
It's like being missed by a million missiles
Just for your heart to be pierced by
A prettier Miss Marry Her kiss type
Same mental buddy named Death I'm dismissed by
Several bloody visions in which I'm convinced this time (Dig it)
Doesn't really matter, kid
Brain scatter turn to brain splatter
If I'm feeling dead, might as well just kill that kid
I cannot begin to start to fathom
How lyricists twist and bend out those word spasms
Writing from a sick and wicked script in place of atoms
As a functional, cool breezed, well lit chasm (Look out)
Yes I'm talkin' 'bout the head
Make sure steam blows correctly out the exit vent
(Talkin' about it now)
Keep logging all numbers and chemical percents
For a medical professional to misrepresent

We could be trees
With just a little more reach
And you're digging it up, digging it up
You are the root, I am the trunk

We could be trees
With just a little more reach
And you're digging it up, digging it up
You are the root, I am the trunk

Dig it up one time
Digging it up, digging it up
You are the root, I am the trunk
Dig it up

Ah, look out

Check it out
I cut my heart out and eat it
Blow my lungs out to pieces
Don't come home for three seasons
Run 'til my feet are bleeding
Shallow, hung off the deep end
How low, I dig my seeds in
Don't belong where the queen is
Run home, that's where the trees is

Life is dope, ain't it?
Wait, that's purely metaphorical
Say it, don't spray it (don't spray it)
Or inhale it, don't take it
Wait, your parents should have inherited
The previous blanket statements
It's just a girl, man
Just a Earl fan
Just a really not much I can do that the Earth can't
Must've hurled plans
Of living different out that work van
And sucked down those white pellets
Just like the nurse can (EV)
Substances are fun, huh?
Observed every other nerd
Concert-loving punch drunk
And every girl left behind with mother
As an emotional dumptruck
Combined craniums cannot be unstuck
You dumbfuck
And I'm sitting here, dick in hand
Just another hipster splitting tips
Like it's a picnic sandwich (c'mon, c'mon)
Serve another prick inside a brick and mortar business plan
Hearing how my clique can switch the shit at hand

We could be trees
With just a little more reach
And you're digging it up, digging it up
You are the root, I am the trunk

We could be trees
With just a little more reach
And you're digging it up, digging it up
You are the root, I am the trunk

Dig it up one time
Digging it up, digging it up
You are the root, I am the trunk
Look out

I'm talkin' 'bout the head
God damn, I said I'm talkin' 'bout the head

If I could travel through photographs
I would save sisters
Then I'd be wearing a planter's hat
In the same picture
If I could plant a tree everywhere that I've left a scar
We'd both be green and our trespasses would bar fission
Remission of the system by which we had glimpsed the tragic
Satan holds the wheel 'til the driver insists to have it
Some days I lose my mind
Other days, I'm asymptomatic
Some days my branches spread East to West
With two fists of magic
Sprinkle cemeteries with gold dust
Givin' the soul lux
Glitters and the gilt and the glows flux
No equity in life, may there be fortune in death
Two caskets parallel
Her soil fills the hole mother left
So when the plastic in the air is choking me 'til I'm coughing
The factory still pumping faster than you can stop it
The plasma screen has got you possessed to keep watchin'
Brothers and sisters are put in shackles and bondage
When milk and bread are three gold and I'm good for two silver
When the tax man come to reposses half my liver
A pig is frying bacon and I won't lick the boot
Know that one damn thing is for sure
I got my roots

And you're digging it up, digging it up
You are the root, I am the trunk

We could be trees with just a little more reach
Digging it up, digging it up
You are the root, I am the trunk
Dig it up one time
Digging it up, digging it up
You are the root, I am the trunk