Holy Diver, Pt. 2 - Panucci's Pizza

These worse for wear hardwood floors

Have seen better days

But without my glasses

I can’t see a fucking thing

Because I’m in the business

Of crushing spiders with skyscrapers

I’m in no position to be giving orders

I guess I’m not done with pills yet

You are the anchor

To a ship that refuses to float

Whenever we explode

Our debris will rain down together

Just fucking absorb me

Let me inside of your head

If we can’t do any better

Then fuck if we can’t do our best

We don’t judge by appearances

Just by the experiences