Creamy

Looking in the dark Nothing left to see Please avert your eyes It helps if you try to see A part of you is gone A part of you is me Please ignore the signs It helps if you try to sleep Needle through the thread The tailor's son is dead Killed by all the noise The politician's toys Wrapped around my thumb Without me you'll feel numb The price is peace of mind It worsens over time Closing all the doors You're down on all fours Waiting for the poke Let you go for broke Climbing underneath Arthur's lost his sheath The price is peace of mind And everyone you find