Big Web - Pile

Suffered the old ones

To buffer the new

And set up some glass walls

That we can crawl through

Paid tribute to old skin

All tried and true

But lied

Stuck to the ceiling

After sleeping in glue

I tried to come down

But my jaw hurts to chew

My eyes fell out

They’re right next to you

Are those mine?

I thought that I should ask

I stare up at you and wonder how

I could ever live inside

Only to crawl up into your womb

That I manipulate for a modern life

(I sucked on the glue that got me up there

And it helped to keep me awake

Time came to sleep and I couldn’t slow it down

Find something else to help regulate)

Let’s take off all our clothes and all our names

I’m sick of being scared of being sick

All of my files were fucked and confused

And they already made me cut off my dick

Suffered the old ones

To buffer the new

And set up some glass walls

That we can crawl through

I think I fucked myself

Might’ve helped fuck you

Is that all right?

Thought that I should ask