Drop Your Phone in the Sick

Drop the phone in the sink with the dishes
But your souls got to eat crown libido as your king
Turn the mirror back to sand
Life's too grand to belittle with all your plans man

The only people getting in tonight are getting out of control
Shed your skin peel off your hide show off your unveiled soul

Buried underneath all of your worry and doubt
Something or somebody is trying to get out

Rip your heart off your sleeves drag your fingers through the sea
Feel the moon on your skin pour some sand in your gin
Make your soul do the wave ripping
Through the night still it don't apply man

The only people getting in tonight,
Better check their mind at the door
Feel your soul pull out your spine unchained in the serpentine form

Buried underneath all of your worry and doubt
Something or somebody is trying to get out

Buried underneath all of your worry and doubt
Something or somebody is trying to get out

Buried underneath all of your worry and doubt
Something or somebody is trying to get out