Testo Take Stock Of What I Have

As my mind darkens
I take stock of what I have
Stare
Stare at my palms and count my limbs
Two arms and two legs
Wipe the car window clean

The ghosts are dancing Just as they were when I was fifteen and the walls would bend
Now drown out the howling
It's not what you think

Please no don’t follow the riddles
They'll lead you to strange places in your head
Crawl
Crawl my way back
For I don't know where’s up and where's down anymore

The ghosts are dancing
Just as they were when I was fifteen and the walls would bend
Now drown out the howling
It's not what you think
The ghosts are dancing
Just as they were when I was fifteen and the walls would bend
Now drown out the howling
It's not what you think