Stomach Holes

[Intro]
1... 2... 3... 4!

[Verse 1]
There is a chemical spillage in my brain
There is a melted skeleton in hills of sugar cane
There is a mountain made of ice that is going to fall
There is a person on your left who's going to the mall

[Chorus]
And I've got chronic stomach holes
From all the years and all the goals
And all the friendly souls I kill each night
I met the man and he controls
All of the parts and all the wholes
Don't you know the scrolls of light are white

[Verse 2]
There is a spider who lives on my hand
There is another social cue that I don't understand
There is another chorus, and it's coming rather soon
There is a duel and the time it's set for is high noon

[Instrumental Solo]

[Bridge]
Separate, then sigh in relief
Try to be an arsonist, or at least a thief
Keep each conversation oh so brief
Make another murderer wallow in their grief

[Chorus]
And I've got chronic stomach holes
From all the years and all the goals
And all the friendly souls I kill each night
I met the man and he controls
All of the parts and all the wholes
Don't you know the scrolls of light are white

[Outro]
That's right