A frame with words in it is hanging on a wall
A table never used before stands lonely near the door
Four chairs of silicone consume themselves with fire
The neon light above my head shines so much stronger

I heard a knock on the door some time ago
But I still sit here as if I’m made of stone
Counting all the little worms made of plasticine
I have to call them all so they can leave me alone

They came through this little hole in the wall
And they crawled for hours on the floor
Making their way to my naked feet
But I couldn’t move, I was made of concrete

I screamed but turbulent shadows fell out of my mouth
While white, purple, pink and salmon parrots jumped around the house
I was high, high above the shelf
Trying to climb back down to my fluorescent floor

I was high, trying not to fall
Running away from plasticine worms
Counting them all
So they would leave me alone

They climbed my knees in symphonic silence
Making more noise as they slid on my abdomen
I yelled over and over again
Trying to make them go away

But nothing happen
And bared-ass monkeys began playing their trombones
While I bled inside, I’m sure
Though there was no perceptual pain at all

A knock on the door
The goose eating the worms
I was going crazy, I swear
But I couldn’t save myself

I was high, high on the shelf
Trying not to fall into selfish decay
Making my way through the rubbled highway
Thinking I controlled every move that I made in my head

I was going fast
Leaving light and time behind
My heart beating, ticking like a bomb
I wish I was taught how to stop

A knock on the door
Finally someone came into my world
I was screaming, dying, crashing into the holes
With plasticine worms crawling through my soul

I heard frogs saying a name in front of my face
Finally I woke up from my colorful disgrace
I stood up and shake my flaking body
I was back home still trembling out all the nonsense

There were plasticine worms crawling down my back
Running away from the sensitive dark
Following their invisible hollow tracks
Those damn plasticine worms