Department Of The Interior

Headed for a breakdown again
Twenty worlds of thought
Constantly crushing my subconscious
Gutted by the brain wolves again
It’s tough to stand up tall
Without any of your own organs
Constellation
Which one do i follow
To solidify the ground beneath my feet
And make it more than hollow
Tuck myself in under the earth tonight
Craving warmth and comfort
Learning lessons in a man’s frame
Still an adolescent
Under skin and skull
Digs into my bones
Just the way i wanted it
Now i got all of it
Just the way i wanted it
Now i got all of it
Just the way i wanted it
Now i got it
Huddled under the cold moonlight
One eye towards the sky
Hanging on the b-side of siamese dream
Sand between my toes and traditional medicine
Is so easy to swallow
Until you choke
It’s even tougher when you know what’s coming
Some choices can leave you wide open
It’s even tougher when you know what’s coming