Acid Tooth

Born anew
Every morning
Coffee in the cup

Questions with
No answer
Plastic in the gut

And you'll worry yourself
Into mistrust
But oh, giving it all up
Oh, giving it all up

Acid tooth
By the evening
I have turned on me

And round it will go
Ever so slow
But oh, letting it all go
And oh, letting it all go

Trains of thought like ticking clocks
And wicked dreams that I forgot
Cry out to the numbers to make it stop
And I wish that I could turn it off
I wish that I could turn it off