Senor Siniestro

I feel like death, I wonder if he feels like me too

I wonder if he feels his own weight pull heavy on his chest

And drag him down into the depths

Then leave him sinking as one leviathan among the rest

I'm forever stepping on snails in the rain

Whether I twitch at their crunch or their pain

It's all the same, it's all the same to me

'Cause I'm a world of sympathy and I wanna feel the guilt

The night air hangs closer to the ground

Each step brings me shame, shame eats my fears, shame eats my pace

And sorry is my form as it shuffles along an unpaved road

And fills the grips of my shoes with its dirt and its stones

I feel like death, I wonder if he feels like me too

Feels like an ancient, feels like the answer

Feels like a dog in a car in the summer

Wishing it could be shaved, or saved, or let out

Let me out

Let me out

Weeds grow through tall

Through cracks in the wall

They grow to escape the flames

When they catch they burn with colour

When they catch they burn this house

This house, this house, this house is falling down

This house has no place in your future

It's gone, gone, wake up it's gone

Wake up and see that what you built will never last

A misery to me, you sell water to a fish

I slip through the reef unobserved

Everything and everyone are all at once

Everything and everyone are all at once

Everything and everyone are all at once

Everything and everyone

Weeds grow through tall

Through cracks in the wall

They grow to escape the flames

When they catch they burn with colour

When they catch they burn

When they catch they burn this house

When they catch they burn this house

When they catch they burn this house

When they catch they burn this house