Casters

Think my face is falling off In a tomb that's buried us Waking, Facing up What was that shape? Rolling Casters into Paint How deep will stains lay? A costless conscious buries keep And I'm in deep I'm in deep I'm in Waking, facing up What was that shape? A tombstone, to a facelift No concrete assailants A costless conscious buries keep And I'm in deep I'm in A phase to face, a phase to face, a phase to face, a phase to face, a phase to face, Phase to face, a phase to face, a phase to face Waking Facing up