Mosquito Man

I'm not dead, I'm not dead
cotton throat, face's red
Tears to pillows, only to know
Life is cheap, coins turn to stings

I'm not dead, I'm not dead
sore saliva, tossing beds
I've been here before, I'm back for more
Life is stifling, now breathing is trifling

Acid Wash

I dreamed about you for a year
and on day 366, I forgot your name

Looper

See soon how I show
What it means
To return to this eternal life

I'll be back
With blood and brains and bouquets
For the final applause