Centipede

Oh my god

The centipede is on a hunt

A treasure hunt

A thousand eyes and time will stretch for you

Seeking your innocence

Your cellar door

Easy now, you're getting old

And time will eat your face

A polaroid identity pales

Mesmerized, you're getting slow

And time is not your race

Your exit wound

Your cellar door fades

No big deal

I'll tear my heart in two

And live with you

A thousand eyes with carbonated tears

Will ease my thirst

Cellar door

Easy now

You're mummified

And no one sings your pain

Swallowed by the centipede