Sitting in the basement
Smells like a dog died
Living in the ceiling
Unlike unkind
Sitting where the door is
Beneath the floor is nothing to eat
Bring me to the basement
Tell me where my face went, I'd like to be

Low, left for, my own, white door
Shown, what for, I own, no more

Mirrors in the moonlight
Let me know that you might keep me alive
In my time of dying bury me by
Sitting in a white room, I’m in a white room
All of the time
Push me through a white tube
An MRI

Low, left for, my own, white door
Shown, what for, I own, no more

Left me by an MRI
I'm in the woods, I knew you would