The 88

Head Cut Off

The 88


Fallin to fall 
made you feel small 
showed up to crawl away 

say what you said 
made up my head 
no one is led astray 

now my bed is burning 
running around with my head cut off 
and the big ones see my churning 
giving it up like i've had enough 

I know it's wrong 
made it too long 
now it's a song to play 

all of my time 
made out of rhymes 
not all the lines can stay 

all of those mountains burn for today 

call off your cop 
beg him to stop 
show him your not that way