Itchy Fingers - Press To Meco

Any day the things that form your skin and bones

Might rot and just fall away

Maybe some day we’ll believe

The noises that my mouth is obliged to make

Sleep safe and sound this bed is alive

Baring it’s teeth, your head will lie

Right on the plate tonight

Itchy fingers

Man you’re looking so wild

Comb your hair

Grit your teeth

Drag your head around

Like some dead thing on the ground

Your self doubt speaks so loud

Demons haunt me through the week

Some are old and never speak

Until the sun is down

Safe inside we’re coming up

Your serotonin peaks when we’re plugging in

The snakes have fallen ill and I heard

They’re starving themselves on purpose

To eat us all in one go

Who’s your hero

Man you’re looking so lonesome

Pluck your hair

Pull your teeth

Drag your head around

Like some dead thing on the ground

Your self doubt speaks so loud

Demons haunt me through the week

Some are old and never speak

Until the sun is down

I see the papers reading

«He was a man who couldn’t wait to stop breathing»

And all the hours spent reciting Crowley

Obsessing how the world it could be

The present moment passed you by

And now you lie, and now you lie

We can see the truth in this

You’re looking so wild, back in your cage now

No matter how you colour it or dress it

There’s a cage that sits upon your head

And it’s stopping ideas getting in instead

The present moment passed you by

And now you lie, and now you lie