The Drowning Bell

One ticket spare to sell,

For a short trip to a personal hell,

On the drowning bell,

You’ll pass through an onion of,

The secrets that you’re too scared to tell,

On the drowning bell,

And all of your fear,

Will just run away,

And all of your tears,

Will evaporate,

I see the tae-kwon-do,

Flying elbow,

Coming straight at me,

From my family,

I see her dancing in,

The club with another man,

Who looks a lot like me,

With no anxiety,

And all of my dogs,

They just run away,

I call out their names,

But I can’t make them stay,

The lights are so bright,

As the man wheels me on,

I climb every rope,

And sing them my song.

(Plastic eyeballs,

Screwed right in,

Perfect pupils,

Painted on,

Raise the hand to,

Say hello,

Somethings off,

But I don’t know)