Past Lives Follow

Death came to my dreams.
From the belly to my teens.
Twenty-eight years and some odd days the teeth fell from my face.
I've had the same thoughts.
Counting back into the womb.
A broadcast shot straight to my skull in hyper-stereo.
It's always uh-uh-oh-oh-oh when the hex takes hold.
It's always uh-uh-oh-oh-oh when my eyes go cold.
I'm telling you the bad news.
When my skeleton jumps out from my skin what a terrible state I'm in.
I'm telling you the bad news.

I'm telling you the bad news.
When I'm crawling backwards speaking spells I could use just a little help.
Burn my brains out, baby, like hot trash in the sun.
Disconnect my phone disconnected my tongue.
It's always uh-uh-oh-oh-oh when the hex takes hold.
It's always uh-uh-oh-oh-oh when my eyes go cold.
I'm telling you the bad news.
When my skeleton jumps out from my skin what a terrible state I'm in.
I'm telling you the bad news.

Death came to my dreams.
From the belly to my teens.
Twenty-eight years and some odd days the teeth fell from my face.