Sold your liver but you're still feeling the red
Sold my feelings now I'm hanging by a thread
And it's creeping its way through my windows
And it's slithering under my door
And it's in my peripheral vision
And it's pourin' up under my floor
And it's whispering into my eardrums
And it's telling me that I want more
And that eureka moment hits you like a cop car
And you wake up just head and shoulders in a glass jar
You clear your throat you raise your eyebrow but you don't say
There's something wrong but it's okay if we're still getting paid
Yeah you're ravenous you're chomping at the bit
Just a cog next to a cog next to a pit
I would burn to break away and rest my ears
No more lightning, no more solace in arreas
And it's creeping its way through my windows
And it's slithering under my door
And it's in my peripheral vision
And it's pourin' up under my floor
And it's whispering into my eardrums
And it's telling me that I want more
And that eureka moment hits you like a cop car
And you wake up just head and shoulders in a glass jar
You clear your throat you raise your eyebrow but you don't say
There's something wrong but it's okay if we're still getting paid
Sold my feelings now I'm hanging by a thread
And it's creeping its way through my windows
And it's slithering under my door
And it's in my peripheral vision
And it's pourin' up under my floor
And it's whispering into my eardrums
And it's telling me that I want more
And that eureka moment hits you like a cop car
And you wake up just head and shoulders in a glass jar
You clear your throat you raise your eyebrow but you don't say
There's something wrong but it's okay if we're still getting paid
Yeah you're ravenous you're chomping at the bit
Just a cog next to a cog next to a pit
I would burn to break away and rest my ears
No more lightning, no more solace in arreas
And it's creeping its way through my windows
And it's slithering under my door
And it's in my peripheral vision
And it's pourin' up under my floor
And it's whispering into my eardrums
And it's telling me that I want more
And that eureka moment hits you like a cop car
And you wake up just head and shoulders in a glass jar
You clear your throat you raise your eyebrow but you don't say
There's something wrong but it's okay if we're still getting paid