Six short weeks have come to pass
Since the patient landed on the sun
Now things have changed
Life is giving away to good times
These are the good times
A triviality tells me something’s not right
He keeps his righteous shell
To keep from hell
Inside he rots, inside he knows
He’ll forget so he can carry on
Inside he rots, inside he knows
He’ll forget so he can carry on
If the rot stays slim, he’ll let worms lie,
Just so he can cope tonight
Inside he rots, inside he knows
He’ll forget so he can carry on
At all costs he will avoid the bloody confrontation
But he must awaken the guilt beast that brews inside
Inside he rots, inside he knows
He’ll forget so he can carry on
Averse to do battle with the worm’s nest of pride
He’s chosen consolation over real freedom
Averse to do battle with the worm’s nest of pride
Consolation over freedom
From novel to habitual
This distance is intentional
Further from the sun
The cold makes him go numb
The patient can’t bear to see what he’s invited to live inside of him
This is how we go numb
This is how we all go numb
We let sleeping worms lie
This is how we go numb
This is how we go numb
We let sleeping worms lie
This is how we go numb
This is how we go numb
We let sleeping worms lie
This is how we all go numb

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