Lyrics Clowning - anarchistwood

I see you're only happy
When you're coughing blood
Maybe I'll build an island
Of all the things I'm not
Don't bother with excuses
When nature turns to dust
I see you're on your own and I
Sweat you on my tongue

I like to pull off fingers
And stick them in my ears
It may seem strange to you but...
Your fingers
Are
Too Big