Flys - The Walnuts

Fly

Drink the flies

Drink the flies

Drink the flies

Drink the flies

Drink the flies

Drink the flies

Drink the flies

I can see dead flies

Floating in my coffee

They’re mocking me

Some are dead

But some are squirming

Trying to get free

Be free

I ignore my pity as I gulp them down

In my stomach they will drown

I won’t hear that buzzing sound

But I’ve found it’s hard to get them down

But I won’t let them bring me down

They’re already in bound

I’ll drink them by the pound

The clay between my ears has been molded

By dirty hands

Dirty hands

It’s taking the shape of some sad sack that I

Cannot stand

I will not stand

I will shove, I will shove my hands into my ears

I will shape, I will shape the clay myself

Without the influence of my fears

My fears

My fears

Drink the flies

Shape the clay

The sun will rise

A normal day

Drink the flies

Shape the clay

The sun will rise

A normal day

Drink the flies

Shape the clay

The sun will rise

A normal day

Drink the flies

Shape the clay

The sun will rise

A normal day

Drink the flies

Shape the clay

The sun will rise

A normal day