From the recording Echolalia
Lyrics
It comes creepin’
When you’re sleeping
Like an old song
That you recall
Not quite a friend,
Or arch enemy
Somewhere in between
Life and a dream
It tends to gravitate
The meals, in it’s wake
A lifeless bluish-gray
You’ve seen better days
A sheen of misery
A small convenience fee
And that’s quite a grin
The kind that means to end
Ready on track
Never looking back
Mahalo
My deuces is all I leave
Find another way
Make them bitches pay,
Fuck ‘em
The model bares the maker’s design