What's Your Damage? Letra

Chocolate lawnmowers and currents for keys,

Little children with cotton for curls.


I dream of this frequently, yes while I'm asleep,

It's surreal yet its real it's absurd,

One or minute or six, yes that's how they affix, or is it?



The science of sleep

And now you look at me and think I'm just the same,

Would you forget it, never,

Is it forbidden? No its not, its not forbidden,

I won't conform, no.