President of What? (Demo)

I saw the scene unfold on a rainy Sunday

Creases indicating fold that kept four walls from caving in

I took a little more of what I take for granted

And filled my plate for fear that gears would turn

And wheels would roll away

Something's got to break you down

Entered the scene (i'm told) on I think it was Monday

You drove straight through and mined that quarry

For all it could bleed 'til dry

I took a little more 'til I got taken for granted

Cause beautiful boys gave chase

And when they arch your backbone

It's such a dreadful sight

I'll react when faces find you

With jealous fits that gag and bind you

Cause nothing hurts like nothing at all

When imagination takes full control