Cotton
Is someone talking to me? Is something crawling through me?
Digging holes in my brain, deconstructing my frame
Haven't peed for three days, some say I should hydrate
But I won't start the flood, revive my dried-up blood
If we could only leave our bodies, find some place to keep from rotting
Asking me too much of me, hiding out behind the scenes
In the dark corners, wait for morning, in the sun we'll find our glory
Is shaking all night worth the party, next time stop before the heartache
I read the warning label, "DO NOT PLUG-IN UNSTABLE"
I plugged-in anyway, I didn't feel the shock wave
Invited people over to add to the disorder
They filed up in lines, annihilate my plans
