Department of the Interior

headed for a breakdown again
 twenty worlds of thought constantly crushing my subconscious
 gutted by the brain wolves again
 it's tough to stand up tall without any of your own organs
 constellation
 which one do I follow
 to solidify the ground beneath my feet and make it more than hollow
 tuck myself in under the earth tonight
 craving warmth and comfort learning lessons in a man's frame
 still an adolescent
 under skin and skull
 digs into my bones
 just the way I wanted it
 now I got all of it
 just the way I wanted it
 now I got all of it
 just the way I wanted it
 now I got it
 huddled under the cold moonlight
 one eye towards the sky
 hanging on the b-side of Siamese Dream
 sand between my toes and traditional medicine is so easy to swallow
 until you choke
 it's even tougher when you know what's coming
 some choices can leave you wide open
 it's even tougher when you know what's coming