Liily - The Yig

My head on fishing wire, wide eyed and over come
Suspended over a pool of mud
Posters, bright signs
My face, for size
These hands hanging from the second rung

It's a balancing act
It's a balancing act

I'm sprawled out on a plank, powdered the holes in my face
I got a cough so I can breath
I'm starting to move with my chain linked limbs so tight
They're screaming in pain but willing their way

The moments over, I don't need no centerfold
I just want the rope that is pulling at my hair cut
I just want my head back and I want clothes on
I need the warmth to return to my bones
Nothing to get ready for
I've already settled for
I'm already out the door
I've already settled for
Don't let me hit the floor
Nothing to get ready for
Nothing to get ready for
Nothing to get ready for

It's a balancing act
It's a balancing act
It's a balancing act
It's a balancing act
A balancing act
A balancing act
A balancing act
(it's a balancing act)