Needle

Have, have its day, day Balance the weight I think every dog will have its day White chalk crime scene with the tape Think I tipped the balance of the weight Drew blood from a needle in the hay Pushin' up the screen into my face Pull me off like it's the pin of a grenade Flippin' out and now there's metal in your brain Total waste, stay away Someone found another body in the park They caught me pickin' out the ammo from his arm Pour out gasoline, I'm waterin' the plants Yeah, turn 'em into ash inside a jar Parents frettin', I'm just sittin' in the dark Broke into my room and stripped my PC for its parts Scream out deafenin', I'm shatterin' the glass They're splittin' up the cattle from the calf Yeah, uh Starin' at my screen, mouth agape with the crooked neck Try to pry me off, cello-taped to my wooden desk Honestly, I'm always busy mournin' all the time I spent Around my family when I could be on my PC instead There's a scene outside I never show up or engage with it I'll never come out to your show or let my finger strain a bit By liftin' it, I'm wastin' milliseconds I could spend decayin' All the greyest matter hidden in my ugly cranium I think every dog will have its day (yeah) White chalk crime scene with the tape Think I tipped the balance of the weight Drew blood from a needle in the hay Pushin' up the screen into my face Pull me off like it's the pin of a grenade Flippin' out and now there's metal in your brain Total waste, stay away We got a PC in the house when I was eight or maybe nine I couldn't look away like a mosquito to a light I was fried, mechanisms in my noggin crossed wires They deformed around the screen like a tree around a bind I was misaligned, thistles on a vine, now I sit inside Little mind turned into a brick right in the nick of time Crippled spine, backache got me feelin' like a missile fired Left my bike to rust inside the shed, you'd think I'm paralyzed Yeah, uh, you'd think I'm paralyzed Sat here doin' fuck all in my cave like I'm a stalagmite Try to pry me off, I'm flippin' out, I start to kick and cry Screamin' like a pig under the pressure of a kitchen knife