Rosalie

The path in her brain gets rewarded again
 Where it hardens and strengthens in a looping refrain
 And masked spectres of the past reveal themselves against her will
 To slide in this moment, alive again pro tem
 There's an endless expanding drawn in the eyes
 A soul decomposing, a body alive
 Rosalie lives, lives on her own
 Scared like a german shepherd, in the back of the yard
 Wait til morning, cares coming by
 Changing her clothes, listening to
 Odd things, throw the cereal on the ceiling
 Stretched screams, shallow skin, swollen feet
 Rosalie lives, lives with her own
 Home like a TV sitcom, and her kids in the car
 Wait til nighttime, see her again, hollow and thin
 Wading through
 Odd things, throw the cereal on the ceiling
 Stretched screams, swollen speech, void of meaning
 Sad scenes can be beared, can be handled
 No thing keeps me up, keeps us screaming