That phone call
Hidden in a bomb
Of visceral wreck
I'll follow
I project
I can't help it

Isn't it me, or hiding in the trees
These remnants of good will
I'm not [?] to breakin' my arms
To get out of this
I'm never getting away from here
[...? my dread? ...walls?]
[are growin'/or throw it?] in the [plain cells?]

What we once had
And I stand alone
[... the four of them?]
[... their mouths?]
Chkachkachka

[?], feelin' really bad
I'll take [?]
More of this, whatever [?]
I don't even know what to call it
[can I/cannot ?]change my hand
[...? my dread? ...walls?]
[are growin'/or throw it?] in the [plain cell?]
Fifteen hundred or more
[?]
I never expected [this wreck, the star?]
That's the [?] of my new problems

Isn't it me or hiding in the trees
These remnants of good will
I'm not ? to breakin' my arms
To get out of this
I'm never getting away from here
[...? my dread? ...walls?]
[are growin/or throw it?] in the [plain cells?]