Hell is a Waiting Room With No End In Sight

Defecate the corn and the beans
eat the chips & antennae, spit out the seeds
Steal a glimpse of the moon
when you think no ones looking at you
but thats never the case in a place like this place
and emaciated understand of civility and grace
they act like flames in a glass display case
with the waterfalls of watches
and the stylish wasting away
I kept your letter in a safe, dry place (ooooooooooh)
A smell you can't escape I'm not actually safe, not really, I'm......
skinning by.
What if you let the fuckers win
I've got a premonition I'm gonna lose a friend
sometimes you make me worry, if you're not gonna try
you're gonna get buried
or worse yet, get married
to a reflection that hates your guts
and give birth to a videotape of your
most barbaric moments
small...smaller...smaller yet
i've always been a little boy in need of protection
What if I don't get it?
These tunnels are small...smaller yet
this infernal mountain as big as they get
I'm not gonna let a statue of sediment win
I'm puffed up to match its size & strength
I'm vast enough to contest its craggy old face
I'm not a victim if I'm a killer, thats what I say
but I find out the hard way
I'm a very tiny thing

I am never going to stop digging deeper
until I find its heart
cuz for me, its the rhythm thats the worst part
its chaotic and relentless
impossible to memorize
and I don't think anyone alive's got time to
get it all transcribed

(He was just here a minute ago, where could he be, he had nowhere to go)