Schizoverse Collapse

I heard the floorboards talking again last night.

They said you were standing right behind me.

(chuckle) But you aren't even real,

are you? I'm highly analytical,

observing every single twitch They say there is a static noise buried

in the kitchen switch I took the wall apart,

I had to find the copper thread I found a dozen letters

that were written to the dead And one of them had my

signature, but that was from a year ago Before I ever moved

into this valley where the briers grow

Who is in the attic when the clock strikes three?

(nobody!) Who is looking back through the glass at me?

(me!) Turn the deadbolt,

lock the cellar door There's a hundred silver needles on the bedroom

floor!

Now my heart is like a metronome,

ticking on a countdown Every single face in this godforsaken town is

looking strange Is it a game?

Did they rearrange the picture frames?

I can hear them whispering my chemical compounds Running through the corridors,

I'm checking all the window latches Writing out the formulas with half-burnt

matches! (hahaha!)

Who is in the attic when the clock strikes three?

(nobody!) Who is looking back through the glass at me?

(me!) Turn the deadbolt,

lock the cellar door There's a hundred silver needles on the bedroom

floor!

Wait. I finally broke the cellar lock.

It's cold and wet.

I found the source of all the static in the cabinet.

It's not a microphone,

it's not a wire,

it's a jar of lead!

And there's a medical report that says that I am dead!

(oh god!) I've been talking to myself for seven hundred days!

GET ME

OUT OF THIS HOUSE!

Oh. The house is empty.

It always was. (whimpering sigh)