'the last contortionist' by Wheygazer with original lyrics by yolkhead

He says "you fill your head with nonsense" His eyes are red in CVS neon His lips are raspberry blue, like the cardboard people Propped up in the Starbuck's windshield and I wake into my frappe like a cigarette crying in its cinders "Do you hear that?" he says but he is lying and It's just nonsense again he is trying to be nice about it The cars breathe light for the billboards The moon does not breathe at all anymore it is dying I am crying in the present He's alive and prophetic Up I-85 north where he asks how we got up there I have no answer That my fingers were far beyond cold I am crying in the present He's alive and we're hiking Up I-85 north where he asks how we got there I have no answer That my fingers were far beyond cold Your fingers were so fucking cold