Oh my god,nThe centipede is on a hunt.nnA treasure hunt,nA thousand eyes and time will stretch for you,nSeeking your innocence,nYour cellar door.nnEasy now, you're getting old,nAnd time will eat your face.nA polaroid identity pales,nMesmerized, you're getting slownAnd time is not your race.nnYour exit wound,nYour cellar door fades.nNo big deal,nI'll tear my heart in two,nAnd live with you.nnA thousand eyes with carbonated tearsnWill ease my thirst.nCellar door.nnEasy now,nYou're mummified.nAnd no one sings your pain,nSwallowed by the centipede.