Ivory and Rotting Flesh

I think there’s spiders in my bed
Careful not to feed them what’s in my head
Birds come out and make their nest
Ivory and rotting flesh

Everything is turning gray
As I try to find a single word to say
Help my mind has drawn a blank
As the spider webs began to take their shape

[Instrumental Break]

I think there’s maggots in my heart
I could feel them eating every single part
Tear apart my own skin
The part of me won’t let this end, oh

I speed race down the boulevard
I speed race out of the dark
I’d watch but I don’t know where wе are
Well run around in circles till wе find ourselves