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