March Of The Half-Babies Lyrics

Have you ever been punched in the face by a ghost?
It seems I've gone and made myself completely unnatural
Paper stained with the last sperm to escape, stuck to the wall
Now there's nothing but entropy between me and my third ball
Laudanum
Laudanum
Laudanum

It the evening it swells and it wakes me up - dull throbbing pain
And I roll over in my sleep, again and again and again
Then the ghost comes and pummels me for awhile,
Until I'm knocked out
It begs the question of how to live through the night - of that,
I have no doubt
Laudanum
Laudanum
Laudanum

It is dark now, I am fully intact, and I have no dreams
This ghost this ghost was hired by me - or so it seems
To deny a biological imperative, as per the narrative
Now there's an army trapped inside of me
Now there's an army trapped inside of me
Now there's an army trapped inside of me
An army of half-babies