Lyrics

His head is a little interior of grey mirrors Drains like water out the hole at the far end The dead smell of fresh wounds The white light that opens the doors I can feel the daylight A bonewhite light His head is a little interior of grey mirrors Drains like water out the hole at the far end He suffers this desert heat Stretching its fine, irritating sand His head is a little interior of grey mirrors Drains like water out the hole at the far end