Woah, son

I see those spiders creepin' in

(they creep on me)

Every leg counts for my sins

(1,2,3,4,5,so)

I'd rather wait for it to bite my neck

(bite me so hard)

I can't hold on, it will keep me in check

Rain, rain, go away

I see you inside my head

Drippin' out my eardrums

Water flowing down my face

FACE

Cyclic motions I'm sorry if you get dizzier

I love these moments of honesty, call me when you're done

I think it's all we know

I think it's keepin' me up

All your things are gone

Hold onto my Sia for me

Fold your holy soul

Baby, It's dimming low

All is blue and cold

I simmer down

Fill these silly holes

With putty mold

Wet, black, dirty, old

Baby, I'm in it now