Hereditary

There's something hiding in my tree fort
I swear they're missing both their heads
But they saw my design
And they said it looked fine
But, they're going with a photo instead
I felt gelato in my bloodstream
I saw you taste it as I bled
When you saw my insides
And you swore they looked fine
But, I don't think that was quite what you meant

And there's no safe choice now
Like a hard pill
You might feel me scrape you all the way down..
All the way down...
Down

I got a headache of the good sort
I'll close my еyes, and count to ten
Then I'll think about Mars
And thе meat-bags we are
Even though that wasn't quite my intent
That spilled coolata in the back seat...
I never cleaned it, like you said
With the issues this car has been having so far
I didn't think that this was one I'd regret

So use your safe choice now
Like a bad stain you might need to
Scrub me all the way out
And there's no sane voice now
Like a hard pill
You might feel me scrape you all the way down...
All the way down