The Floor
It speaks like a dream
Constantly under my floor
Through the flesh and through the bone no more
Speaking these things
Spilling onto my floor
Everyone I hear no more, no more
It's asleep
It is sleeping under the floor
If awake, my thoughts I can't ignore
For how I've tried
I'll try to be once more
Be alive, and live above the floor
Finger in my brain
Finger in my brain
Finger in my brain
Finger in my brain
Autor(es): Ty Segall
