Dreamland II - ORBS

I walked in to find both my mother and father engaged

Just gleaming in frozen and sweat-soaked post-coital embrace

And on the T.V., a man with a prosthetic face

Oh, how I did cry;

I feared that my features may too one day cave

This fusing of plastic to to flesh I could not understand

The fusing of mother to father now stuck in my head…

These images stuck in my head now

Like a record that skips through my sex life;

Offensive, pretentious, an all around drag

I’m not a sex-driven entity but you can warm your feelers inside me

Who are you, and why don’t you knock before you come in?

What are you, the dark toothy grin at the edge of my bed?

Yes, I sleep with the lights on fully clothed with a knife by my side

I toss and I turn for there’s creepers that lurk and they’re waiting outside

I just accept them, for this is the life I was handed

But I’m not the one that you want

I’m simple and rotted within

I should have never opened my eyes…

I’m not a sex-driven entity but you can warm your feelers inside me