Things that weigh heavy
Charges laid without a crime
How long till it becomes already?
Head is full of nothing at all times
Dig in the dirt to get to my new home
Looking for a place that I can’t roam
This man’s castle is underneath his throne
Head and heart are body parts unknown
Butterflies and landmines
Warm milk and monkeyshines
Shangri-la and columbines
Feeling the wind in small confines
It's like the trash took itself out"