the doctor says i'm fine
but i know that something's wrong
my body's broken, my mind's torn
i've been elsewhere far too long
if i can't trust myself
can i trust in you instead?
when everyone's a stranger
can i trust you with my head?
everything's gone quiet
everything's gone numb
everyone's on diet
everyone is dumb
the goblin feast has freed the beast
he stuffs himself till he chokes
alarmed and frantic, he can't stop
he'll keep going till he croaks
did your parents beat you, make you cry,
touch you, scare you, scar you?
did you get them good, gain their respect,
or did their deaths betray you?
the clock will stop
and all will die
the roaches and
the flies on high
but i'll be here
in my comfy chair
marshmallows and pickled things
sharing my mind's lair
if i remain silent
nod my head and clasp my hands
all will be revealed to me
they're tales of faraway lands
of misery
of pain
of cruelty
of shame
i'm the tiny unbeliever
stop telling all those lies
i'm the giant comprehender
confide in me
i will hear your cries
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