Great Grandpa - Rosalie lyrics

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

It's the hardest part, the hardest part
Just a relentless regress