I'm not gonna wait until the end to see whatever I become
There's no more talking in my brain, every conversation's done
And all my friends are living elsewhere, beyond my wired little spine
And it's just better to put my hands down, and learn to take it in the eye
Oh, ho, ho, these things I used to carry all are buried in the ground
I'm numb as I am weightless in the face of this doubt
Oh, ho, ho, if I fit another minute underneath this f*cking scalp
My head will be so heavy I'll be dragging it around
Yes, I will
And there's a boulder in my ceiling, must have landed in my sleep
And it's so hard to quit this heaving, when there is nothing left to breathe
She still swims in the quagmire, where stood my sunken tree
And this old world is good for nothing, except for swallowing of leaves
Oh, ho, ho, and it's buried in the sea floor, and it's older than the beach
This ruin of a ribcage saw the better half of me
Oh, ho, ho, and if all I had to do is hold a cannonball and wait
I'd be halfway to the sea floor with a smile on my face
But I'm a coward