I’m in the mush, in the creamed corn
I used to float like a log
They cut me down, but I’m still trapped
More than ever before
There’s a gash in the side of her red dress
Hem is an awful mess
With happy feet they move
But skeletons don’t dance here
Cause a man from another place
Is stirring the soup
These pentacles have tentacles
That water a rotting root
But fire’s not all bad
If your twin flame walks with you
And he’s waiting
And she’s waiting
On the other side
Immobile and free
I’m on a never-ending quest
For the impossible, I guess
Still I wait for the alloy to break
The dye to fade
Before I reach for the white paint
I’m in the mush, in the creamed corn
I used to float like a log
They cut me down, but I’m still trapped
More than ever before