Your life, it's only a recordnturning round inside my brain.nMy life is only a needlenscratching grooves into your vein.nnYour sunshine soul, it sings to menYour sunshine soul, like some melody.nnMy cup is filled with sewage,nspilling brains into your mouth.nMy cup is filled with arachnids.nThey crawl all over in your house.nnYour sunshine soul, it sings to menYour sunshine soul, like some melody.