Invincible is what I am until something goes wrong.
I broke my leg while walking, is there anything more dumb?
They didn't call an ambulance, they only called a hearse.
You see my skin is pale, that's why they call me the dead kid.
Any excuse to bury me in a damp and wormy grave.
The surface of the Earth was fun and all,
But luckily it's an afterlife of debauchery in hell I truly crave.
Every mistake that I could make was another kick
To send this hermit deeper into his shell.
Like vines I grew 'til I no longer knew
Whether my roots still savoured ground.
What do they call it when you reminisce
About post-traumatic stress?
Meanwhile ideas line up like test tubes in a centrifuge,
Storming around my skull.
I've turned into a jail for creative thought.
Once in a while a prisoner's released, ever since I did back down
From my plan to put them all to death by guillotine.
I just couldn't decide what to do with the severed heads.
Wandering the desert of time with a hardly a thing to drink.