Needle

[daisy*] I think every dog'll 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 Pushing up the screen into my face Pull me off like it's a pin of a grenade Flipping out and now there's metal in your brain Total waste, stay away [daisy*] Someone found another body in the park They caught me picking out the ammo from its arm Pour out gasoline, I'm watering the plants Turn them into ash inside a jar Parents fretting, I'm just sitting in the dark Broke into my room and stripped my PC for its parts Scream out deafening, I'm shattering the glass They're splitting up the cattle from the calf [Iglooghost] Staring at my screen, mouth agape with a crooked neck Try to pry me off, sellotaped to my wooden desk Armistice I'm always busy mourning 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 I'll never come out to your show or let my finger strain a bit By lifting it I'm wasting milliseconds I could spend decaying All the greyest matter hidden in my ugly cranium [daisy*] I think every dog'll 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 Pushing up the screen into my face Pull me off like it's a pin of a grenade Flipping out and now there's metal in your brain Total waste, stay away [Iglooghost] 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 feeling like a missile fired Left my bike to rust inside the shed, you'd think I'm paralysed You'd think paralysed Sat here doing fuck all in my cave like I'm a stalagmite Try to pry me off, I'm flipping out, I start to kick and cry Screaming like a pig under the pressure of a kitchen knife