The Yig - Liily

My head on fishing wire

Wide-eyed and overcome

Suspended over a pool of mud

Posters, bright signs

My face for size

These hands hanging from the second rung

It’s a balancing act

It’s a balancing act

Sprawled out on a plank

Powdered the holes in my face

I got a cough so I can breath

Starting to move with my

Chain linked limbs so tight

They’re screaming in pain, but willing their way

The moment’s over, I don’t need no centerfold

I just want the rope that is pulling at my haircut

I just want my head back and I want clothes on

I need the warmth to return to my bones

Nothing to gt ready for, I’ve already sttled for

I’m already out the door, I’ve already settled for

Don’t let me hit the floor

Nothing to get ready for, nothing to get ready for

Nothing to get ready for!

It’s a balancing act

A balancing act

It’s a balancing act

It’s a balancing act

A balancing act

A balancing act

A balancing act

(It's a balancing act)