Phil the Hole

They’re sending those signals
They’re speaking to me
They’re leaving me symbols only I can read
It’s meant for me, it’s meant for me
I can’t remember who to trust
Your faces all look the same
She’s got a pull string on the back of her neck
Her expressions never change
There’s a hole in the floor where the hail comes in
Motel room Hades only I can see
They’re meant for me
They’re here for me
I can’t remember where I am
These faces all look the same
Walls kind of closing in
And her expressions never change