Lo-Cal, Hi-Fiber - Mordred

You’ve got me lying on the ceiling

My world’s turned upside down

I’m unaccustomed to this feeling

Better let me loose right now

Get away from the back of my brain and the front of my heart

Get away and the pit of my pain is an alien part

Any day with a diligent turn of convenient lies

You’ll go, I’ll stay, it’ll be better that way

I’m hanging limp like a weasel

Which hunts the fine sight of your flesh

You’ll have to walk around

With my body hanging down

Or tumble down the stairs

Meet me at the bottom

Get away from the back of the brain and the front of my heart

Get away and the pit of my pain is an alien part

Any day with a diligent turn of convenient lies

You’ll go, I’ll stay, it’ll be better that way

A big attack is better for me, you’ll turn it around

Feel like a fish washed out of the sea, it’s tough to breathe

You’ll throw me back and if you wish I’ll disappear

You’ll feel much better in time, time for me to go

My fingers cold on the window

I see you walking out, pressed to the pane

Get away from the back of my brain and the front of my heart

Get away and the pit of my pain is an alien part

Every day with a diligent turn of convenient lies

You’ll go, I’ll stay, it’ll be better that way