The Chicken from Outer Space

I've been raised to believe
That all creatures deceive
How have i gone this long

Grab me by the throat
Throw me to the floor
I will never
See the days again
I will never
Be the same again

The gift of guilted reprieve
The lack of a sense of relief
How have i gone this long

Voided and alone
Inside the walls i roam
Staying put for days
Among the fog and haze
His speech is just the same
Taking pride in numbered days

All these broken pieces that have longed to dissipate
(Inside a room the tiles spin the bed is eaten by the basement)
All these broken pieces that have longed to dissipate
(And the pipes fall to the ground and i am alone)
Dissipate

Inside a room the tiles spin
Staying put for days
Breaths made of chloroform
Staying put for days
I will never
Be the same again