Down the rabbit hole
We go
As the flames grow higher
For unbeliever
Making mushrooms out of men
Til she turns us back again
To a face of solid gold
Solid gold
Sycophantic fawners
In double-quick time
The beginning at the end
Til she turns us back again
First, shell pull your fingers off
And then, shell pull your toes
And then, shell steal the photos
From your phone
But you wont notice
Our echo doesnt hear us
Anymore
Hanging on a cloth edge
By its fingers
Making mushrooms out of men
Thats okay, I guess
If you like this kinda, kinda thing
This kinda thin, thin, thin, thin, thing
These kinda mushrooms
These kinda ripples
These kinda ripples
These kinda thin thing, thin thing, thin thing
Like this kinda thing
Like this kinda thin, thin thing
Like this kinda thing
Like this kinda thing
Like this kinda thin thing
Like this kinda thing
Like this kinda