Hive Mindless
Yeah, so my skull's just a coffin for the corpse of my brain
Wriggling contents rattled awake by the driving rain
Get the night watch on duty, come on lads, man the eyes
Light this stricken beacon for some sign of the skies which
Whip up a frenzy to rattle the worms to
Sit down here with me, squint that fish-eye lens
Raise a glass to the face of the past
He who dares, well he doesn't always win
Crescendo or something to usher the past in
All a'jolt to the march half thought
Sparks upon sparks upon kindling, caught
All a'limbs a'roll, a'howl
Roll these bones down, funerary style
All who wonder, all a'twitch
Ride the dreaded cliché switch
We belong dead
We belong dead
Yeah, so my skull's just a coffin for the corpse of my brain
Wriggling contents rattled awake by the driving rain
Get the night watch on duty, come on lads, man the eyes
Light this stricken beacon for some sign of the skies
Gather round, gather round,
Gasp the dust from my bones
Snort your derision,
Dance the jitter dance encrusted with bugs
Listening in to your silence,
Distorting dial-tone, white noise waiting list
Rolling these bones against the door
To halt the grating whistling of the wind
Grating whistling of the wind
