Dark mailing, Black sailing,
Round kicking, only mutter your name.
You were half of a brain. Mud-thinking, I'm in
to make sure you're dying again this feeling I get when I look for the test
Am I burning our nest? You're pa**ed, I feel safe
In my ship again, on a horse with no name,
that's a song for a wreck; I bet you'd see it coming.
I bet you've seen this coming When the pigs rest by your side
Eerie seeds start to multiply.
and you get sick of all the bidding
and the hiding. You are
Heels over peaks Are you out when I'm in? When I finally fit
in the realm of a dream you'd rather die than be.
The thing is fluttering sleep just no longer exists
when your heels hit the peaks, when you' re hearing the pigs
I bet you've seen this coming